Tonight we had tacos for dinner. I stuffed myself and even
ate sour cream. I felt so bad about it too, like I had just ruined all my hard
work for the week. I know I can't beat myself up, didn’t I just blog about
that? But I still feel bad. I don't quite feel like I "fell off the
wagon", maybe just didn’t keep my arms and legs inside. Tomorrow will be
better, I can feel it.
I have found myself some friends and my Mom to go to the gym
with, so starting Tuesday, I will be a member of the gym again. I have a
favorite one and I'm glad I was able to convince everyone to go there. Maybe
that's selfish of me but I really can't see what makes the other gym better
than my gym. The chosen one offers classes like Zumba and Pilates as part of
your membership and the other does not. I have been thinking lately that I
might like to try Pilates and I know I love Zumba. I asked Mom if she'd go to
Zumba with us and her response was "Maybe once". Im sure she will
enjoy it I haven't met anyone who doesn't.
I got on the scale tonight and I was down 3 pounds. I don't
think it's worth a celebration but it's definitely worth feeling good about.
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