Wow... I knew the weigh-in was going to suck, but I didn't think it would suck that much....
I gained 4.2 pounds. Holy Moly... that was WAY too much of a weekend indulgence and not tracking. Now, in the last week of the friendly competition with DBF, I've got to bust my hump and loose at least 6 pounds to even come close to beating him, and that will take a small miracle.
I'm really upset with myself that I am letting myself down and fell off the wagon. I am the queen of excuses about why I gained weight (that time of the month, weighing in on a different day and time, etc.) but at the end of the day, it's about the choices I make. And obviously I didn't make any smart choices recently. I haven't been in control of my life and I haven't been focused on my healthy lifestyle changes.
At least I can now accept my choices that I did make, and move on, the past is in the past, I can only learn from my mistakes and move forward and learn to make better choices. I don't want to go back to the 313 I was before, I was miserable then. And I won't go back. Because I am in control of my destiny and I am not destined to be fat!
On that note, I cleaned the apartment today, and busted my hump, I was working up a sweat! I wanted to get to the gym, but it wasn't going to happen between all the cleaning and making it in time for weigh-in, so I made sure I got a good workout by cleaning. I was so happy to see that all my sweat and energy paid off in a nice and clean apartment.
Tomorrow, I am playing in my first ever golf tournament. Dad convinced me to join him to complete his foursome with a few of his retired friends. Should be fun. I've never played an actual game of golf in my life....should be interesting, at least funny!