So today is weigh-in day. The scale is exactly the same as this time last week. While I'm a bit disappointed at no loss at all, I'm not overly surprised and I am thrilled that there is no gain. I consider that a victory in the face of the family reunion.
We had a great time, in case you were wondering. And overall I did well. Not perfect, I did nibble a few bites of brownie. But preparing helped so much. And as tempting as that dessert table was, it made it easier to resist as I sat across from a family member with a plate full of goodies and listened as she declared, "Well, I guess the diet will start again on Monday."
Not for me, nope. No more Mondays. That statement was exactly what I need to shoo away the thoughts rolling around in my head. "Just one cookie won't hurt. One piece of cake won't be so bad."
I feel as if this post is a bit disjointed this morning. My 5 year old is going through one of her wakeful stages. She cycles through these phases where she will wake in the night for most nights in a week. Since Thursday, she has woken us up all but one night. And when she does this, she usually wakes us more than once because she can't go back to sleep.
It's been a while since I've gotten a good night's sleep. I shut off the alarm this morning and didn't make it to the gym. I really have too much to do to haul the girls to the gym with me, but I will. I really need to make this week count.
Taking my scattered thoughts and saying goodbye for the morning.
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