Weigh #6

I gained a pound. I think. When I first stepped on the scale it said I gained 2 lbs. I was so disappointed I stood there staring at the number glaring at me. I wasn't expecting much if any weight loss, but a gain? I stepped off and back on again hoping it would say something different. And it did. This time it said I'd lost a pound. So to make sure I stepped off and on again. This time it said I hadn't gained or lost. So I checked again. This time it told me I gained 1 lb. I figured I'd check until I got a number twice. That number told me I gained a pound.

I'm so disappointed in myself. It killed me to have to move my little jogger back on the weight ticker. I had been enjoying watching my weight tick downward each week. I feel yucky and sad. Really sad. I got too lax with the sugar rule. Baked beans are no good for the waist line. I need to amp up the fruits and veggies. I need to be more vigilant. I've done really well in the exercise department. I haven't missed a day. I'm continually pushing myself. So its gotta be the diet. I guess you have to be perfect. One bad week, a couple of bad days, that's all it takes. The funny thing is, I'm not feeling motivated to eat better. I'm feeling driven to drown myself in food. Bad food. Here's to eating healthier this week (of course that would be easier if my pantry wasn't empty. A trip to the store is sorely needed).

I was so tired I didn't hear the alarm go off this morning. I went for a walk after I fed the baby. I went farther than normal. Not sure If I was trying to make up for the weight gain, or combat the funk I've been in lately. I took the dog. He was annoying today. Pulling and yanking on the leash, peeing on everything, barking at passersby...

breakfast:
it's Chloe's birthday and she wanted to make crepes with strawberries and apple filling. Not a good start to the eating healthy regimen

lunch:
several bites of the chicken I was feeding the baby, a couple hours later I had a roast beef and cheese sandwich

snack:
Chloe opted to go out for snow cones in lieu of birthday cake today. I indulged in a child sized "cone". I tried a weird flavor, Lychee. Not my favorite. Stuart said it was absolutely disgusting.

dinner:
not a lot of option in the house today, roast beef and cheese again. This time I added sliced peaches.

I need something better...