Well, of course I'm going to blame getting sick on having a bad couple of weeks. But if I don't take responsibility for everything I'll never succeed. So. I had a crappy couple of weeks. The first week I was sick I still lost 3 pounds... however I haven't lost anything since. In fact, I gained a half a pound.
But then there is this. I took a weekend "off" on purpose. I just felt if I hadn't taken the weekend off I would have thrown in the towel for a much longer period of time. So I thought it was responsible to have one bad weekend... not to mention I doctor had suggested I take a whole week or two off... so one weekend isn't going to destroy me in the long run.
However, fate smacked me in the face. Halloween weekend - the cheat weekend - I ordered the much desired pizza from Frankie and Johnnies. And guess what. The mutha fuckas burned the bottom of the pizza rendering it icky. Talk about diet Karma. I didn't eat any halloween candy though!
Anyway, I'm back on the wagon as of Sunday and so far so... ok. It's been a small struggle getting back on the wagon but I'm seat-belted in and won't be falling off again until Christmas.
I would love to rejoin Curves or there is this new Gym literally 3/10 of a mile from me called Pink something that would be an ideal place to work out - but alas I'll need to wait for a raise to afford a gym membership. Did you guys know that a membership to the YMCA costs $57 a month. I think that is one of the worst things I've ever heard. Bastard gougers.
Anyway, back to losing weight.
