When it comes to diet and exercise, I’m generally really healthy during the week and then on the weekends, all hell breaks loose. Okay, that’s an exaggeration, but like most people, my consumption of the not-so healthy stuff definitely goes up on the weekends.
We’ve had a busy month. Between our trip to Naples and our trip to Columbia (especially our trip to Columbia), there’s been some over indulgence. And while a big part of me feels guilty for that, I have to keep reminding myself that healthy living and weight loss is an ebb and flow. I can’t always eat perfectly. And to lose weight, I really don’t even have to.
I’ve lost about ten pounds since I started Weight Watchers in mid December. While ten pounds in three months isn’t exactly awe-inspiring, I only had about 15 that I wanted to lose, so it’s pretty good, I think. And while I feel like I’m constantly sabotaging myself on the weekends, I have to remember that it’s still working. I can still over indulge a little bit at times if I reign it in other times.
This past weekend was excessive, but it was St. Patrick’s Day, we were with a bunch of Jason’s old friends and it was fun. So instead of beating myself up for having too many drinks and too many fries, I’m just trying to remember that there are ups and downs when it comes to weight loss. I’m not going to always just lose, lose, lose.
It was a rainy gross day, but I found myself driving to LA Fitness anyway for a 3 mile run. Some might have called it stupid since there were tornado warnings, but I call it healthy. And it was either that or drive home, so technically the gym is taking shelter.
Afterward, I stopped at Trader Joe’s because our fridge is pretty bare. Can’t make healthy choices if you don’t have them in the house, right?
That’s better though those Svelte sandwiches tasted weird and freezer burnt.