But back to the titular event of this post. I usually weigh in on Saturdays, but the family and I were in Minneapolis for four days and I didn't bother to find a meeting out there. The results of my extra long weekend away was to be up .6 of a pound. This is not a disaster! In fact, I am surprised it is so low, considering I spent four days eating like this:
Not my finest moment, I'll admit. Neither were the burgers and cheese curds, but I have found that it's better for my psyche to not dwell on it, take a deep breath and get my ass on the elliptical. Which is what I will do.....tomorrow. In the meantime, here are my goals for the next week and a half.
- Do something active every day
- Make sure most of the liquid I consume is water
- Purge all that extra sodium from my poor body
These may seem pretty simple (lame) to some of you, but if you check out the chick eating the pizza, she's not going to be running a half marathon anytime soon. I'm not ruling it out, but these things take time.