So I gave myself a week off…
I can think of a dozen weeks in the last several months that would’ve made more sense to “take off,” but last week became the chosen one. Not because we went on vacation (we did, for a couple days, but I was pretty good), not because I was sick (that was two weeks ago) or crazy busy at work (that’s always). I’m not sure what happend, but I lost all desire to work out and gave in to more cravings than I should have… and I decided NOT to weigh in on Friday.
Eek. Is this the begininning of the end? Does this mean I’ve fallen off the wagon and will gain back 20 pounds plus?
Nah. I think I just needed a break. I got two great workouts in over the weekend, made Weight Watchers soup last night, and with the exception of a few too many animal crackers yesterday, have been pretty stingy wtih the sweets. I’ve also decided to employ a new rule this week (which kicked off Friday):
Seven days, seven salads.
Simple. Work it in for either lunch or dinner (or both to get a pass the following day). My other new rule:
No workout, no dessert.
This makes sense on so many levels. Don’t FEEL like running today? Fine don’t. But you can’t have that cookie, either. Planning a night out that’s sure to end with that strawberry dessert? Cool. Just don’t forget to hit the gym.
So far, so good.