This weekend I completely failed slipped up. I am an avid stalker, er reader of a few blogs. One of my favorites is Mama Laughlin. She will have what she calls "Fat Girl Fridays" where she goes out to eat when her coworkers.
Friday I had a Fat Girl Friday.
Well let's start with the whole week.
I ate out a grand total of five days. I went to the gym a total of twice. EPIC EPIC EPIC FAIL!
Last week I was feeling a little under the weather, I didn't sleep much Sunday night, so Monday when I got home I went to bed almost as soon as I got home.
I started off good. Tuesday I had dinner with the girls. I ate really good the first part of the day. I went to the gym and did my circuit. After that I went to Zumba. I burned a looooooot of calories. Then we went to dinner. I had 5 cheese bites. I ordered a hamburger steak (not the best choice but it was tasty) and green beans. (BTW I love my girls). I put it in my calorie counter and life was good.
Wednesday, I had a unplanned dinner with a friend. I had stuck to my calories all day. I made it to the gym (and even went to dinner without retouching my make-up and spraying some smell good on). I ordered sensibly (blackened tilapia and sauteed mushrooms and only ate half).
Thursday I went to see Mary Poppins at the Orpheum. We always go out to eat before, so I watched what I ate all day. We ate a Pearl's and again I ordered tilapia.
Friday, it all went down the drain. I went out to eat with my mother. I ordered a grilled shrimp salad and ate a half of it. But I didn't log it. Then, I went to see a friend. We went to Sonic. I ordered a milkshake. A small one, but it was still a milkshake. It was good, really good, extremely good, and I'm glad I had it.
Saturday, I didn't log anything. Not a single thing I ate went down, anywhere. But I slipped. I had a Coke (for you nonsoutherns that's any soda, the soda I had was a Sprite). I hadn't had a Soda or wanted one in months.
Sunday...... Sunday wasbad terrible. I ate, a lot. German Roasted Nuts may or may not have been consumed. I may have eaten some fried pickles. I may have ordered a fried chicken sandwich with some fries. I only ate a fourth of the sandwich and maybe ten fries before I felt miserable. I also went to my brothers to watch the Walking Dead. He cooked. I won't go into details but I ate a lot then too.
Again nothing was logged.
Today, I got back on track. I logged everything I ate and I went to Zumba. My inner fat girl wants to come out, bad. I want to eat everything in sight, but I haven't. I've had to tell myself all day "When you feel like giving up, remember why you started." I have to remember why I started.
Words for the wise: LOG EVERYTHING! WRITE DOWN EVERYTHING YOU EAT! Even the bad stuff you don't want to.
And to end on a high note, someone asked me today for a workout tip today. That was pretty awesome.
Have a great day people!
Well let's start with the whole week.
I ate out a grand total of five days. I went to the gym a total of twice. EPIC EPIC EPIC FAIL!
Last week I was feeling a little under the weather, I didn't sleep much Sunday night, so Monday when I got home I went to bed almost as soon as I got home.
I started off good. Tuesday I had dinner with the girls. I ate really good the first part of the day. I went to the gym and did my circuit. After that I went to Zumba. I burned a looooooot of calories. Then we went to dinner. I had 5 cheese bites. I ordered a hamburger steak (not the best choice but it was tasty) and green beans. (BTW I love my girls). I put it in my calorie counter and life was good.
Wednesday, I had a unplanned dinner with a friend. I had stuck to my calories all day. I made it to the gym (and even went to dinner without retouching my make-up and spraying some smell good on). I ordered sensibly (blackened tilapia and sauteed mushrooms and only ate half).
Thursday I went to see Mary Poppins at the Orpheum. We always go out to eat before, so I watched what I ate all day. We ate a Pearl's and again I ordered tilapia.
Friday, it all went down the drain. I went out to eat with my mother. I ordered a grilled shrimp salad and ate a half of it. But I didn't log it. Then, I went to see a friend. We went to Sonic. I ordered a milkshake. A small one, but it was still a milkshake. It was good, really good, extremely good, and I'm glad I had it.
Saturday, I didn't log anything. Not a single thing I ate went down, anywhere. But I slipped. I had a Coke (for you nonsoutherns that's any soda, the soda I had was a Sprite). I hadn't had a Soda or wanted one in months.
Sunday...... Sunday was
Again nothing was logged.
Today, I got back on track. I logged everything I ate and I went to Zumba. My inner fat girl wants to come out, bad. I want to eat everything in sight, but I haven't. I've had to tell myself all day "When you feel like giving up, remember why you started." I have to remember why I started.
Words for the wise: LOG EVERYTHING! WRITE DOWN EVERYTHING YOU EAT! Even the bad stuff you don't want to.
And to end on a high note, someone asked me today for a workout tip today. That was pretty awesome.
Have a great day people!
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