So. It definitely feels like it's been waaaay past a week since my last update, even though it really hasn't been.
Needless to say, last week wasn't so great. I ate like crap, and even though I worked out, it was still just a bad week. Didn't drink nearly enough water, and somehow my weight fluctuated back up to 164 even though I didn't think I ate that horribly. Evidently I was . . . wrong? I don't know. I'm praying that part of it is water weight. I think my scale and I need to be spending even less time together. I did, however, go out to dinner three times this past week - Dad's birthday, exciting family news, and went to the ballet, so the roomie and I treated ourselves to something nice. Even though I tried to behave, I feel like I could have pushed myself over the edge of my calorie limit easily.
I'm getting a little flustered with my scale though, so I've officially taken to measuring my body with a tape measure, rather than relying on my scale, because the thing is driving me up a wall.
I know this might be a bad thing to say, but I honestly want to stop going out to eat, I think. At least until I get to where I need to be. Well. Maybe just for the rest of February. Doesn't seem like that hard of a thing to do, and it's not like I went out to eat a lot anyway. I'm talking everything too - no bars, no clubs, no alcohol, no restaurants - if I can't straight-up see the calories in it, I don't wanna eat it. I've got just under three months to get to where I want to be, or at least damn near close, and it's time to put the pedal to the metal on it.
Welp. Chin up, buttacup. Just gonna keep pushing forward. First week of February, not so great. Second week is gonna be bitchin'. I got this.
Needless to say, last week wasn't so great. I ate like crap, and even though I worked out, it was still just a bad week. Didn't drink nearly enough water, and somehow my weight fluctuated back up to 164 even though I didn't think I ate that horribly. Evidently I was . . . wrong? I don't know. I'm praying that part of it is water weight. I think my scale and I need to be spending even less time together. I did, however, go out to dinner three times this past week - Dad's birthday, exciting family news, and went to the ballet, so the roomie and I treated ourselves to something nice. Even though I tried to behave, I feel like I could have pushed myself over the edge of my calorie limit easily.
I'm getting a little flustered with my scale though, so I've officially taken to measuring my body with a tape measure, rather than relying on my scale, because the thing is driving me up a wall.
I know this might be a bad thing to say, but I honestly want to stop going out to eat, I think. At least until I get to where I need to be. Well. Maybe just for the rest of February. Doesn't seem like that hard of a thing to do, and it's not like I went out to eat a lot anyway. I'm talking everything too - no bars, no clubs, no alcohol, no restaurants - if I can't straight-up see the calories in it, I don't wanna eat it. I've got just under three months to get to where I want to be, or at least damn near close, and it's time to put the pedal to the metal on it.
Welp. Chin up, buttacup. Just gonna keep pushing forward. First week of February, not so great. Second week is gonna be bitchin'. I got this.
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