I can't believe it's Thursday already - gosh this week is just flying.
Well, it's been a decent week so far. I didn't say perfect, but I did say decent. My eating has remarkably improved, and my energy levels are much better. I'm not off my sugar addiction completely, but I'm getting there. I went for a walk on Monday (couldn't make it to the gym), and Tuesday was another vey short walk. Last night, I had an amazing yoga class.
So all in all, decent! But this blog is also about confessing, so I might as well do that. Tuesday night, the hubby and I were walking to my naturopath (I had an appointment with her). On route, there's a confectionary store which I've never walked into. There was a big sign on the door that said "Walker's Crisps - $1 each". For those of you who aren't familiar, Walker's Crisps are a basic staple in British culture. They're DELICIOUS crisps, and they go well with pints of beer. Anyway, the hubby couldn't resist, and we walked in. As we were paying for our crisps at the cash, the cashier told us that it was "looney Tuesday" - in other words, $1 for a scoop of ice-cream, and $2 for two scoops. Well, not sure how it happened so fast, but we walked out of the store with a scoop of ice-cream, and shared it. I didn't get my own, which was good - but I certainly didn't need ANY! We were early for my appointment, so we ended up having a cup of tea, and cracking open one of the little crisp packets. I had a handful, but stopped after that. Guilt prevailed, but I also kept telling myself that it was better than eating the whole bag or the whole scoop of ice-cream.
Interestingly, I should mention that my hubby is NOT overweight. In fact, he's pretty fit. So, it's not like he's battling the bulge with me (although he's incredibly supportive). And sometimes (just sometimes) it's aggravating that all I have to do is LOOK at a piece of chocolate and I'll gain weight. And he can usually get away with eating bad stuff, and the scale never punishes him. Sigh - he's lucky, I suppose.
So, tonight is the gym - I've got my bag packed. And tomorrow, I'm swimming laps at the pool. If I can get through the next couple of days without "incident", I've promised myself that I'll enjoy a small treat over the weekend.
I know I said I'd weigh in tomorrow, but I think I'd rather weigh in on Saturday. I know I'm stalling, but an extra day could make all the difference!!
Will post after the weigh-in. I really hope that I've been able to burn off that pound.