Well it is week 3 of my determination to fit into my jeans. I got another kick in the bum to get busy when last Friday for "Dress Down Day" I had to dress down in my maternity jeans. No one noticed, but I knew.
Therefore, I was careful this weekend (unlike last)and watched what I ate and my portions. I mean, I only ate 2 pieces of pizzas at a birthday party and one little, itty bitty, tiny piece of cake. And that was sooooo hard because that cake was sooooo good (just like everything else that isn't good for you). Boo! But with this new found self control, I just knew I was going to make a dent this week. It was ON!!
Red Bar in Grayton Beach,
Florida, which everyone should experience at some point in time (the restaurant not the salad). Anyway, it is delicious with almond clusters and dried pears, and it only had 120 calories per serving. The bag has 2 servings in it, so it turns out to be a good amount of salad. I just split one bag between two days and divide up the salad dressing. It's that easy!
Alas, the inevitable (see previous post, It's Inevitable) happened. I got sick. I woke up Sunday morning with a sore throat and congestion. What else could be expected when 75 third graders are hugging on me all day, and my own three munchkins were ALL getting over being sick. This resulted in my absence from the road in the early morning. I deemed it more important to allow my body to rest and get better than to get up early and exercise. Given how bad I have felt this week, I would say it was probably a good idea.
So it was with great trepidation that I stepped on the scale this morning. I was pleasantly surprised to see that I had lost 3 pounds from last week. I am telling you the key is to count calories, and then exercise will push you in to the next level. I plan on giving myself a few days to get better and then get to that next level starting Monday.
In the meantime, I am super excited because I am Breaking into the 40's...even if it is only at 149.6. Hey! I will take what I can get, which is hopefully to be soon packing away those maternity jeans.