As you can imagine with the sudden passing of my nephew, I have been slacky McSlackerson on the weight loss front. In fact, for the past 2 weeks I haven’t journaled a single morsel of food or put on my boxing gloves once. Sometimes there are other, more important, things to worry about and you just have to give yourself a break. However, this break ends for me today. The scale has crept up to 205.4 and, just, ewww. I have had a long enough diet hiatus. I’m not angry at myself, but at the same time I’m not going to allow myself to continue on this path. I think Josh would want his aunt to be healthy and happy.
The Hubs and I are back on our respective food plans today (counting calories + exercise for me, super low carb + exercise for him) and I think we are both pretty motivated to get back on track. I am going back to boxing tonight and am looking forward to hitting the bags and getting some endorphins in my system. I’m sure it will be pretty painful but I need to rip off that band-aid and just get my butt in the door.
I am in a wedding in early September and although I don’t like to set number goals, I’d like to lose about 10-15 pounds by then. I am going to focus on this and even if I don’t reach that goal, hopefully I’ll be a few pounds lighter and a few inches smaller!
Here’s to a good week!