Slow and steady may win the race, but it's also going to make me lose my fucking mind.
I lost half a pound this week. I think. I cannot be sure, since my scale is possessed and sometimes gives me two weights 3-4 pounds apart if I step on the scale twice in a row. I sometimes am tempted to step on twice in a row, in hopes the second reading will miraculously be 3 pounds LOWER, but sometimes it backfires and it's 3 pounds HIGHER. For the record, when it's lower I believe it, but when it's higher I call the scale a filthy pirate whore.
What I did right this week was keeping portions small, eating lots of fruits and veggies and avoiding Starbucks and fast food.
What I still need to improve on is being active and drinking enough water. And, fighting that demon bitch I call PMS, which makes me inhale cookies and chocolate like The Great Famine is on its way and I need to fatten up for it.
Being active is hands-down my biggest challenge, mostly because of time sweet time. I am up most mornings by 5:30, get myself and the kids ready, drive 40 minutes to work, get home at 5:30 pm, eat dinner, play with the kids....and have ZERO desire to work out. Add to that the winter sunset occuring around 6 pm, and by 8:30 when the kids go to bed it feels like midnight. And who wants to work out at midnight? Masochists, that's who.
I am not a masochist.