Do you know those surveys that you have to fill out for new doctors? Where they ask about how many drinks you have per week? I usually check the 1-3 drinks per week box, because mama likes a gimlet or glass of cabernet now and then. This week, I would have had to check the 6-8 drinks per week box. Yikes!
Remember last week how I worked my tush off with exercise, and was down 2.6 pounds? Picture it, I was feeling proud and like I was back on track. Well, then came a very busy social week for me. I had 4 events, and had 2 drinks at every single one. Even more than 2 at a birthday party! Combine that with only getting in 3 work outs, and I am weighing in at a disappointing 226.6 this week, a gain of 3.6 pounds. I was sore on Sunday from exercise – let’s marvel at the power of my body to gain weight while being sore. Awesome. Fluke? Was last week a fluke? I’ve also heard that you can gain during ovulation – maybe that’s it? Or, maybe I need to be honest with myself and admit that a heavy on the hooch, light on the exercise week is not conducive to weight loss, yes?
Back at it, I guess. Putting the hooch on the shelf and filling up my water bottle, and trying hard to not throw up my hands and say forget it, I’m living at 226 for the rest of my life.