Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Saturday, I'm going to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. My husband and I have gone almost every year for the last few years. Last year, I had begun another effort to lose weight and had been on a pretty good streak when we went. I didn't eat horribly, but I wasn't counting calories, either. And I even worked out once that weekend, not to mention having walked all over the French Quarter and beyond. But it was the beginning of the end. Until last July.
So now I've been going pretty good since July. I've lost 20 lbs. I gained a few over the holidays that I can't seem to get rid of. But I'm on another fitness streak. Staying consistent. And it's Mardi Gras time again. Again, I don't plan on depriving myself in a place I love and where I love the food, but I don't intend to go nuts either. And I will have a praline and a piece of bread pudding. Love that stuff. But this time it won't be the beginning of the end. I have important things to accomplish.
When I get back, my sister wants to do a mini Biggest Loser contest with me and my mother and whoever else we can get to join in. I've run one 5k and now have my sights set on a 10k. And I don't even like to run that much. But I love that sense of accomplishment when I go further and faster than I did before. So maybe I'm learning to like it. And I'd love to wear a really cute bathing suit and not wish my body didn't ruin it's "cuteness."
I just have to remind myself of why I keep on exercising and watching the food I eat.