So, it seems that this time around, my pattern is one good week, one bad week.
I gained this week. At least I managed to stay in the 180's.
It's very much a mind game. This week, I had appointments or meetings or got together with friends every morning while the kids were in school. So, in my head I thought that since I couldn't get my exercise in while the kids were at school (cuz that's my favorite time to do it), I wouldn't get it in seeing as Finn's naps haven't been consistent. That coupled with missing both weekend days and suddenly my mind decided that I just needed to eat everything in sight.
And I was feeling SO good when I weighed in on Friday. Thin and good.
Each week that I don't lose, I see my summer wardrobe shrink. At this rate I'll be stuck wearing the bathing suit that I just bought that I hate. But, it cost a fortune. I actually did a double take when the cashier told me the total because after looking at a bunch of suits that were all the same price, I assumed this one would be comparable. And then? I bought it anyways despite the ridiculous price because I thought it would be good (and I was also in shock). But now I hate it and I can't even find the bottoms of the tankini because Finn likes to root around in the drawer I keep it in. The only redeeming factor is that the top is nice and long and won't show off my midriff. I will not be buying a new one because when Brian heard the price, he asked me if I was going to be buried in it. And I agree. I either need to get this weight off or wear the bright pink monstrosity that's posing as a bathing suit.
I wish I would remember this when I'm stuffing my face.
Pfft. This is going so differently than it did the first time around and I'm left asking myself, "Where'd my consistency go?"