I’ve come to the realization that my body is at it’s comfort weight. No matter what I do I seem to stay at the same weight week after week. The cycle is that on the weekends that Regan is gone I easily lose 2-3 pounds, but the weekends she is with me I put it back on.
This past weekend for instance, Regan and I went to a movie which means we had popcorn. I drank bottled water, but then I threw in a box of Goobers at the last minute. I mean, I rarely go to the movies, so I fully have a #treatyoself mentality when I go.
After the movie we met DiscoDiva for pizza, and since I was still treating myself I went for full calorie soda. Saturday night was my grandfather’s banquet and let me tell you that was the best damn hotel food I have ever had. And truly some of the best fried chicken I’ve ever had. Thankfully it was a dry party so I didn’t have to add any extra calories from the sauce.
Sunday wasn’t too bad and I even mowed the lawn and went to tennis practice so I got some exercise. But I ended the day sipping prosecco and eating leftover pizza…which was divine bt-dubs.
I don’t have any regrets. Regan and I had a wonderful weekend and I wouldn’t change a thing. It just motivates me to stay on track during the week and when she is gone.
I’ll be turning 39 in three weeks and I’m 20 pounds lighter than where I was on my last birthday. I’d like to be 20 pounds lighter by my next birthday. I know that I can create some routines and reign in my eating to make that happen. I just need to get out of my comfort zone.