I had such good intentions over the holidays... but in the end, that's all they were - intentions.
I worked my booty off to get the house semi-cleaned up, and within an hour of Little O being home all my efforts were for not. It's amazing how fast kids can mess up what took you hours to clean!
That aside, I MEANT to start getting back on the treadmill while I was home. Well - it just didn't happen. With all the Christmas travels, then my whole family having the yuck (explain how all 3 of us were sick and none of us had the same thing??? 1 case of sinuses, one virus, and one cold/fever - seriously?)
Ooooooh. And didn't weigh myself when I started getting back on track with my eating (so I forgot - but not a good idea 'cause you don't know where you started.) But I did weigh myself today and I'm back UP to 182!?! Nothing... not one single thing I ate over the holidays was THAT good, and now I'm 6 pounds up. Talk about annoyed with myself.
I think I could handle the weight gain if I could at least say, "Yeah, but that Christmas candy was so GOOD!" But, no! Nothing I ate was all that great. I just ate it for the sake of eating it and now I have set myself back by quite a bit.
Maybe this is the motivation I need to move forward.
Then again, maybe my motivation will lie with all my family members who have lost weight already. Not so much a competitive kind of "if you can do it, I can do it" but more of a "it can be done, because I have the proof right in front of my face."
HOWEVER, speaking of the new skinny-mini's in my family, there is something I can reflect on for myself. I don't just want to lose weight. I don't want to be super thin and I don't want to look like I can be snapped in half!
Goal: I want to look like I can kick someone's @$$.