So my conquering 145 was overturned by stupidity this weekend. I am telling you, if my life was a comic book, the arch-enemy would be weekends. I hate them. No really I love them but I hate them. I went from 145 to 148 AGAIN! I HATE 148. 145 looked so much nicer. So back to square one this week. This weeks goal is to get to 142. 6 pounds. I think it is do-able. If I could do 5 in less than a week, then I can do 6 in a week.I know where the bad choices were and what I should have done, or should not have done. So, this week is back to the grind. I really didn't fall off the wagon this weekend except for the amount of bread I had. That's one of the hardest parts for me, the bread. I LOVE BREAD! I am a self proclaimed bread geek! Anyway. This week will be no bread and I should be good.
When I was younger this whole arguement with weight was not anything I had to deal with. Its very discouraging to be this way. I have come a long way though. I have to remember where I was when I started and where I am now.