This has been an extraordinarily, extremely rough week. The issue with my fiance’s truck turned into an 8-day drama, and we got fed up and had it picked up from one mechanic and taken to another, who finally did the work and got it done. We picked it up yesterday, after paying the massive bill. I joked that we should just start calling his truck the Rolls Royce, given the heaps of money we have put into it.
Usually, being stressed out and aggravated has resulted in me eating like it’s going out of style: fast food, sweets, soda, whatever junk I can get my paws on. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t occur to me. I hate to even admit this, but I ran to the mall the other day to return something, and as I strolled by the food court, I thought about how I was by myself, no one would even know if I stopped to eat something, get some ice cream, pizza, lord knows what else.
I didn’t do it. But I wanted to. All this week, I’ve been surrounded by temptation. We have an unbelievably delectable cake in the work kitchen for a co-worker’s birthday (I had a few bites and made myself stop, but I would love to eat the whole thing), and since the kids are with us this week, my fiance has been cooking a lot. He’s an excellent cook, but he likes to fry most everything. It’s delicious, but not particularly diet friendly. I swear he could open a restaurant selling just his fried mushrooms, which are awesome. He bought an apple pie, which looks sooooo good, and I have to see it every time I walk into the kitchen. The kids have snacks like Reese’s Pieces in the cupboard and ice cream in the freezer.
Yesterday I thought my head would explode. If will power is a muscle, then mine is exhausted! I have picked here and there (I freely admit I had some fried mushrooms), but so far I haven’t caved. I haven’t had any pie, or ice cream, and I’ve logged my food every day to keep track of my calories.
I know that if this happened even a few months ago, this week would be a certain weight gain. A big one. I have worked out every day this week, and I am hoping for a loss on the scale this Saturday. I’d love to lose 2.2 pounds and officially hit the 50-pound weight loss mark! This has been a tough week, and whatever loss I have, I certainly earned it.
Sweat & Sparkle 