Today's weigh in results are 217.0 lbs. That makes for a 1 lb gain over last week. That is a total loss of 8.2 lbs.
I got complacent. I haven't counted a single calorie since the camping trip and I ate like crap all weekend. I didn't full out binge, but I ate too much of the bad stuff and not enough of the good stuff.
I'm disappointed. Not in the weigh in result, but in myself. Those pictures in my head can be hard to change. After awhile it gets hard to fight those pictures and replace them with new ones. But I'm not discouraged. I'm going to keep on keeping on. I've got my head on straight and I'm back to counting calories. Starting NOW.
The 5K race yesterday didn't happen. Well, the race happened, but not with me in it. The logistics simply got too out of control. The race was two hours away from my house and my husband was out of town this weekend. We were to spend the night at my inlaws house the night before, but my inlaws were out of town so we'd be there alone. I would have had to wake the boys up at 6:00 am and the weather was being a little unpredictable. I wasn't sure if my friend's husband was going to be there to watch my boys (he was going to stay home if it rained) and I didn't want to have to go through all of that and end up not being able to run if no one was there to watch the boys.
Of course, the weather ended up being absolutely perfect and everyone was there as planned ~ except me. Oh well. There is another 5K race in our town in two weeks. My mom will be in town for Little Dude's birthday so she is going to play with the kids at the park while my husband and I participate in our first 5K together.
I officially graduate from the C25K program in mid October and I'll be back in my hometown for the weekend, so I'm also running a 5K there with some highschool friends.
It's all good. A missed race does not define me (and neither does a 1 lb gain) and it does not mean my journey is over. Peace out, peeps!