Alright week fourteen! Wow, that week went by pretty quick. In fact, all the weeks are going by pretty quick. I’ve been using the “I’ll just cheat a little now, and be REALLY good next week” line of thinking for a while now. I’ve missed two boot camp classes in a row because I decided to go for beer and nachos instead of exercising. I’m still losing weight, but I betcha it would be coming off a lot faster if I didn’t cheat so much. I know, I should give myself a break, and I do. Obviously. The plate of nachos I inhaled Friday night had a little voice with a sexy Mexican accent telling me to go for it.
‘Seniorita! What is boot aaa feuu nachos? You cheeet a leetle, no?’
It’s hard for me to walk the line between leading a regular life that is healthy with the odd treat, vs. indulging every craving, opportunity and whim that comes my way that involves food and drink. I’m stressed, I miss my co-workers, I feel like I’m always behind, and I use these excuses to cheat. Just this ONE time. This ONE time seems to be happening a lot lately. And holy SHIT, it’s almost Easter. I am seriously expected to buy a huge bag of chocolates and hide them all over my house? Are you kidding? That’s what I’m trying to STOP doing. Do you think my kids will mind if I gave them yogurt cups and grapes instead?
I did get my first 'holy shit, look at you’ this weekend, so that felt good. My life is pretty regulated and I do the same things day after day. I am in fact quite dull. Consequently, I see the same people every day which means my weight loss has gone largely unnoticed. On Saturday I went to a baby shower that was filled with people I only see a few times a year, and more than a few people seemed obviously surprised with my new boot-ay. It felt pretty good. So, off I go! The beginning of week fourteen. I am going to boot camp tonight (thanks to Keely who it going to take over some of my mom-duties in order to make it possible for me to go. She rocks), I have trainer lady Tuesday, boot camp Wednesday, the gym on Thursday, boot camp Friday and most likely squash during the weekend. And, I might throw in a few AA meetings because I’m jumping back on the wagon. No booze for me, the WHOLE week. Now, if I can only figure out a way around those fucking chocolate eggs I’ll be golden.
I only lost one pound this week (stupid nachos). I have 38.5 to go.