Sunday, October 07, 2012
In continuing to prove my theory that my body will do whatever the hell it wants despite anything I may do or not do to it ...
I'm not normally a big victim of PMS. Maybe some cramps here and there or some junkfood cravings a day or two, but it isn't normally much of an issue other than I know my weight fluctuates a bit. Well, for some reason this past week ALL I HAVE WANTED IN LIFE IS JUNK FOOD. I have had cookies, blondies, french fries, burgers, peanut butter cups, sorbet, you name it. The only thing countering all this junk food was that I couldn't really eat much for a few days because of the braces hurting.
I did go to the gym four times during the week, but still, this has not been what I would call a successfully healthy week.
So of course the scale went down 0.4 pounds to an even 170.0?
WTF, body? I don't want to argue with you when you're going down again, FINALLY, but I simply do not get you. I was a good little girl for three months and you didn't move an ounce, and now you've miraculously started to shed ounces despite my stuffing you full of french fries?
I'll take it. Don't get me wrong. Down is down is down. And I'm 0.4 closer to finally making it into the 60s.
Tomorrow starts an epic two solid weeks on the road, so that makes eating and exercising a lot more difficult. I'm going to pack my workout gear and my Garmin and try really hard to keep up with it, but I know I don't have the best track record while traveling. I have to check a bag, which to me is a license to overpack, though, so I might as well pack the gear and do my best to use it!