I went 13/13 on some really hard obstacles in my mud run with Erin on Sunday
and did my first real run in 7 weeks last night on the treadmill - a whopping .4 miles!
The bad:
I didn't track for shit this week. The green squares are only green because I started tracking those days but then gave up and never tracked after lunch. I know I went HUGELY over my calorie allotment and didn't burn nearly enough calories to make up for it. #epicfail.
The ugly:
After seeing a nice 1.2 pound loss last week, I was rewarded for my shit eating and not enough exercise although that mud run kicked my ass and I'm still sore with a 3.4 pound GAIN back up to 153.6 (I think this is the heaviest I have been in a couple of years which makes me want to BARF). FRAKFRAKFRAK. I totally deserve it though. I've tracked this morning and I'm hoping to keep it going. I just hate this 1 step forward, 2 steps back shit. It's pretty obvious I can't ever go out and have fun and not worry about what I'm eating because it will come back to slap itself to my ass. Sucks that I now have 15 pounds to lose and there's no way that much weight will come off before vacation in 7 weeks. Putting on a bathing suit is going to really suck.
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