Remember how excited I was about my weight loss accomplishments last week? Yeah. That was nice.
Apparently, I jinxed myself because this week I didn't lose anything. Nothing. Nada. Not even .1 pound. Of course, that might have something to do with the plethora of restaurant meals I ate. Wendy's. Penn Station. And let's not forget Cracker Barrel and its biscuit topped pot pie.
All wonderfully healthy options, wouldn't you agree?
What can I say? When the deadlines stack up and the stress piles on, it gets hard to eat well. Especially when you live in the backwaters of America, as I do, on the side of town where the populace seems to live on fast food and not much else (I am often horrified by the carts in Kroger. Who knew there was that much frozen fried food out there?).
What's that, you say? Enough with the excuses? Okay.
I'll just resolve to do better. Starting tomorrow. Right now, the in-laws are in town, which means another Search for More Food. I'm trying to make good choices, but those choices are still being made in bulk.
Wish me luck.
Now it's your turn. Who has good news...or a confession to make?