One cheat day! One! I ate some cookies. God, universe! THREE cookies at a Halloween party and my weight spikes up again. The scale and I are at an impasse, y’all. (I’m still down about 2 pounds. But go straight TO HELL, scale.)
In happier news: I’m doing “two-a-day” workouts now, as I affectionately call them, – as if I am in high school football camp – each Tuesday and Thursday. These consist of a walk with my baby girl in the AM, and a 2.5ish mile run once J gets home. The miles are becoming easier for sure; but I’ve got such a long way to 13.1. Trying to buoy myself during each run. My new mantra is “light as a feather”. I repeat it to myself when I feel particularly heavy.
In holy crap this is really annoying news: I still cannot wear my wedding rings. It’s been FIVE months. I should be able to put them on my goddamn ring finger by now. (Inexplicably, I could wear them throughout my entire last pregnancy – give or take a week – and immediately after. My fingers must be carrying more weight now. GO STRAIGHT TO HELL. FINGERS.) This is extremely frustrating for me. To add insult to injury, the rings I use to fake people out (each about a half-size larger than my wedding baubles) DID NOT FIT THIS MORNING. I apologize for all the caps, but it’s bad enough I cannot wear my clothes, nor my actual wedding jewelry. Those THREE cookies robbed me of my fake-out rings. Halloween may actually kill me, you guys.
Other than the COOKIES THAT RUINED MY LIFE, today is Day 6 on Weight Watchers, and I am doing quite well. I now know that I cannot squeeze in a little treat over and above my daily points allowance, so on 10/31 I will probably forgo breakfast, lunch, and dinner so I can eat all of Hendrik’s Snickers bars. Ah, the picture of health, I am.
Have a wonderful weekend! I will be dodging sweet treats at two kids’ birthday parties this weekend. Lord have mercy.