I swear, I have not been to as many events in my life combined as I have been these past few weeks.
(Nevermind the mathematical impossibility of that statement.)
Events with fantabulous things like nachos drowning in cheese.
And there I was yesterday. Forlornly passing tray after tray of this greatness on to the rest of the family.
But it's okay. I just wiped away the tear and pressed on.
I was a little sad, but it's all worth it.
Besides, I had my trusty apple with me. JUST as good as all those other things.
I think I've lost another pound or two and I weigh in tomorrow, so I don't want to ruin my chances of a weight loss this week.
Plus, I cheated a little the other night.
I had 1 chocolate chip cookie (a small one, I might add. It felt more like a chocolate chip crumb) and a small glass of wine. I was still right around my calorie intake for the day (and a little more relaxed!)
*patting myself on the back.*
I've been working out on the treadmill at the gym and even upped my time by 5 minutes, so I'm walking/jogging for 45 minutes now. Actually working up an impressive sweat.
And as I was leaving the gym yesterday, I saw a dog in the car in front of me. I stopped and stared at it for a minute, trying to determine if the window was open or not.
Finally, I decided just to get out and look.
Yes, the window was open, but it was a HOT day yesterday. I had my window down, but it was still hot as hades in my car.
I don't get it.
Who puts their dog in the car to go to the gym?
I think it's cruel.
I also think it's cruel to manufacture all that crappy processed food that sticks to out arteries and makes us fat.
All the foods I unfortunately love.
...Back tomorrow with my eight in results!