So I decided I would update you all on my life right now...just because I want to.
I don't think this past week has been a good week for me. I gained back 3lbs. Which isn't a ton but when I am losing 3-6 pounds a week, seeing the scale jump back up almost made me mad...okay it actually did. BUT can I really blame the scale? It is my own fault. After surgery, I see more and more how the little compromises affect my moods, energy, and weight gain.
My grandpa passed away on Thursday last week so while running from Edmonton to Calgary to pick up my older brother and back, then to leave from Edmonton to Vancouver, back to Calgary from Vancouver and finally back home to Edmonton, I have not mastered the road trip munchies and food yet. While on the road it was a standard stop and grab situation. I made wrong choices - had some food that was full of grease (fries), and while I didn't dump, I knew it was still the wrong choice. And I think almost every meal I made a wrong choice in regards to food. I don't know. I think my biggest fear through everything is that I'm going to fail. I'm going to gain the weight back.
I've started to work out but since this all happened with my Grandpa, I haven't been able to hit the gym or even go to aquasize (which I haven't decided if I like yet or not) and forget bellydancing - Something always seems to come up on Sundays that it is so hard to plan anything.
I don't know...I guess I'm just starting to feel a little discouraged with everything.
