I hosted a bday party for my nephew, Jordyn, on Saturday and I was fine. Afterwards I posted the terms of my new challenge and re-read some old posts and really started feeling down in the dumps. It has now been 18 months since I started this blog and I actually think I just weigh a pound less than when I officially started. Granted I had also gained weight and I am actually still 18 lbs less than my highest weight, so there have been changes for the good, but it made me feel like a bit of a joke. I feel like I am armed with all the information, but do I lack the fortitude to stay on track? I guess we'll see!
When I finally spent a significant time awake this afternoon, I sucked it up and did my hip lifts. I am on the way to reaching my water goals and my calories are under control since I have been to sick to eat anything I have consumed a total of 200 calories in the last two days and they were 100% from Gatorade.
On to better things...I told you that my nephew had his birthday party at my house on Saturday, but I failed to mention that it was his first birthday. He is a sweetie and he loves his Aunt Creepie!(All my nieces and nephews call me that..lol) I was looking over photos that I took of him eating his smash cake and was such a funny metaphor for how I feel sometimes.
This is Jordyn--->
He is not unlike his Aunt Creepie in that he pretty much rocks!
Sometimes something gets set in front of me that I know I shouldn't eat and I think, well...I'll just stick a finger in and get a taste. Inevitably, I always end up acting all psychotic about it and shoveling it in by the fistfuls not unlike seen here>
Admittedly...I have never gone this far---->
I added this pic for purely gratuitous reasons. and so that I could say:
Do not make smash cakes iced in red. The photographic result comes out a bit Dexter-ous.