Well, it happened. I failed. I gained weight this week.
I did fairly well on Wednesday and Thursday, but the weekend is what kicked my butt. I went to a birthday party on Friday night. I didn’t drink too much, but I definitely made some poor food decisions. Bar food and cookies man, they got to me. I didn’t work out on Saturday because I had to leave pretty early for a bachelorette party in Green Bay. I obviously drank a good amount there. I didn’t eat HORRIBLE but I didn’t restrict myself, that’s for sure.
Sunday evening I went out to dinner. I ran 4+ miles during the day and ate a salad later on. Yesterday I went to dinner as well and had another salad, but didn’t completely stay away from the chips and salsa.
Anyway, I gained weight.
A WHOLE FREAKIN’ POUND.
Do I sound upset? Because I’m not. I actually was very excited because I thought it was going to be much worse. Yes, I put myself back a little bit on my goal, but I enjoyed my week and I didn’t stress out too much about what I was eating. I only took one day off from the gym and I tried to make the healthiest decisions that I could (for the most part).
It’s a new week, I’m back on board. And I will get back down to where I was last week and hopefully even further than that. I have 99 days left to reach my goal, and I’ll get there.