Friday, July 05, 2013
July Fourth is a holiday that screams for falling off the wagon.
I didn't disappoint the screamers.
Although I kept it to only bouncing over my goal by three hundred calories, I feel disgusting this morning and if I go back and do the forensics on it all, I am guessing the excess sodium in my cousins famous simple sweedish meatballs would do the trick (who would have thought combining grape jelly and chipotle honey would make the perfect sauce).
Nevertheless, I had hoped the kettlebell workout in the morning and the swimming with the kids for hours might have balanced it out.
Nope. I'm up four pounds from yesterday's weigh-in, and that sucks.
Not to mention the fact that my parents are coming for a cookout on saturday where I will most assuredly find myself consuming some beer with them. I've planned out a very healthy menu (we're making various "non burger" sliders -- all of which will be healthier versions of their former selves -- plus many veggie and fruit options) -- but still, looks like this week will go down as an "up" not a "down" in the goal category.
I should feel good, that I didn't eat like I once would have, or be happy that I'm still focused, although not entirely there. But, I feel terrible. I shouldn't, but I do.
I think I'll find my optimism after my morning coffee -- or perhaps halfway to the farm to pick up my CSA share (mmmmm... more Kale chips in the future)-- but right now. blah.
Time to push off the negativity and feelings of disgust and get back on the wagon.
Time to get back on the wagon.