This past week was not a good at all. I was not feeling well five out of the seven days. The only day I was feeling well enough to make it to Weigh of Life was Feb. 6. I’m feeling about 80 percent better now, but still not up to par, though.
I am down about 16 pounds so that is OK. I’m my own worst enemy when it comes to weight loss, so when I write, “It’s OK that I’m down 16 pounds,” please don’t think that I’m not excited. I am. It’s just that I want to be down more. But like my mom and Aunt Sheri, along with my grandma (who passed away one year ago) always told me, “I didn’t put it on overnight and it’s not going to come off overnight.”
Although I only made it to the gym once this week, I did a few exercises at home. This made me feel like I was doing something for my weight loss, even though I was not feeling well. I can’t say that I ate badly this week; I really didn't eat that much at all. I drank a lot of hot tea and had lots of chicken soup. I think I even caught myself clucking one morning. Besides exercising, I really don’t have that much to write about. If there is anything you would like to know, leave me a comment and I will include it in next week’s blog. As you all are reading this, I’m sitting in Las Vegas with my bottle of water and fruit. I’m going to try my best to not give into temptation. Please say a little prayer that I have the strength to resist the temptation.