I really don’t want to write this post today. I don’t. But dag nam it, I made a commitment to y’all, so I guess I have to.
I got on the scale this morning. It says I’m up 1.2 pounds. I think that number is a bit misleading, as I ate spectacularly heavily yesterday and meals like that tend to hang around for a day or two, but still. I’m up. That’s the number I’ll have to plug into my WW Weight Tracker.
I know. I have only myself to blame. I didn’t need to sample both the birthday pie and birthday cake that were presented to me yesterday. And I probably could have exercised when I got home. Tying on the gym shoes certainly would have been a better option than drinking that beer…
But c’est la vie.
All I can do is pick myself up, dust myself off and do a better job of tracking next week. Right? Right.
How did you ladies do? Inspire me with your progress, please.