Gained a pound. No big surprise there. Nick came home last Thursday, so I haven't worked out or eaten a single fruit or vegetable since. When he's here, I just want to hang out with him, and when he's at work, I want to hurry up and do everything that you do when you're running a household with four children five and under so that when he gets home, I can hang out with him some more. Maybe this is why some women don't want their husbands to be their best friends? That way they have more time? I don't know. Nick IS my best friend though, so I want to lounge around laughing and watching old snl reruns and eating frosties (frostys?). We actually didn't DO those things, but you get my meaning.
Anyway. So not only did I gain, but I feel like crap. I don't know about other people, but there's just something about working out. And what I do barely qualifies as WORKING OUT, so I can't imagine how awesome I would feel if I was doing it for real, but when I 'work out' consistently, I start to crave that giddy, high, endorphin rush that you get. And then after not getting it for a few days, I get all crabby and grouchy and mean. And then when you add in the sugar and fat and grease doing a number on my digestive system and my hormones, wowzers. I'm a little surprised Nick still even wants to BE my best friend after that!
But he's leaving again soon (sad sad sad face) and this starts the main one, so I'm getting back on track. And when he gets back, it will be for a while (fingers crossed) so I won't be able to justify taking a 'little break' from being healthy, so I should be able to stay on track. Should be. And don't forget my ultimate little goal of fifteen pounds before the boat pulls in. We've got eleven more pounds to go, which seems impossible considering the rate I'm going at, but I still think I can do it. It's still just a little over a pound a week. So come on! We can do this!