Good morning. I’m fighting some sort of evil, mid November illness, so I’m cranky.

Let’s see… this week kind of sucked by my Health Group standards.

Monday, I did treadmill and weights. Man, it felt good.
Tuesday, I did treadmill, and intended to do weights later, but I forgot we had a babysitter lined up for the evening, and I ran out of time.
Wednesday, I spent most of the day putting up the remaining Christmas decorations, because I was in the mood to, and then I spent the afternoon making 4 dozen crescent rolls (Mmmm) and it wasn’t until the evening that I remembered there was such a thing as exercise, and I was way tired.
Thursday was a holiday.
Friday was a holiday by association.

Blah. So, I ate loads of fat food, and I didn’t exercise worth a darn. How many weeks in a row am I going to claim to do better next week? And guess what!? This week is no exception…

I AM GOING TO DO BETTER NEXT WEEK!!! I have to.

The weird thing is that now that I’m off of my refined sugar and flour restriction, I’m not enjoying life any more than I was before. Goodies, while admittedly good, really aren’t very important. And, to be honest, the only reason I’m even eating them in quantity is because they are SO MUCH MORE CONVENIENT than cooking super-uber healthy things from scratch like I usually do. It’s more like,

“Hmm, I’m getting hungry. Should I spend a half hour washing, drying, chopping, and assembling a yummy salad? or should I just pop that cookie into my mouth and call it good? Should I break out the homemade refried beans, heat them on the stove, grate cheese, chop lettuce and tomato, open a can of olives, and turn the oven on to heat my whole wheat tortillas to make a burrito? or should I grab a leftover crescent roll and slather some butter on it?” You see? It’s really not that I’m craving the junk. I’m tired of spending half of my life in the kitchen preparing food that my children will inevitably complain about anyway.

SO, I’m thinking about things. The scale, surprise surprise, is up a little bit. I’m 215 right now. I’m confident that it will drop back down once I start behaving myself again. I had a late night dinner consisting of “easy grab foods” last night, which is certainly affecting things. But what I’m thinking about is how I lost nearly 10 pounds in the 3 1/2 weeks of my refined carb fast. That is more enticing that the thought of being off of it. My intent is to give myself the weekend to play, then getting back to it, allowing myself exceptions for holiday events and social gatherings.

I want to get below 200 pounds. That is the new goal in sight. I have felt marvelous these last few weeks. I haven’t missed much by avoiding unhealthy foods. And seeing a smaller number nearly everyday on the scale makes me happier than any “lunch consisting of cookies” ever could.

The floor is now open. How’s it going out there ladies?