My apologies, BigSlicers! I've yet to complete this week's worksheet, or get on the scale myself, or really, to do anything other than run in circles, stopping only to beat my head against the wall.
It seems I'm having my typical loss of effort several weeks into any fresh spurt of dieting energy. The cause? STRESS.
In the last couple of weeks, we've had familial upheaval of the particularly time-consuming type, I've had several projects land in my lap that have pulled time away from my normal schedule (hah! I made it sound like I normally have a schedule) and on top of it all, I've been doing my taxes. Oh, and keeping the kids alive and that sort of stuff. You know, mom stuff.
The net result is that I think I threw myself completely out of whack. My period is two weeks late (and yet, no worries about pregnancy here - thank goodness for THAT) and I've been in a state of imbalance for a much longer run than normal. I've been exhausted and craving junk food - and using the excuses of my daughter's birthday, and no time to grocery shop, and the popular lazy excuse to make poor food choices.
I've been skipping breakfast.
I'm not sitting down to a decent lunch, sometimes skipping it entirely until the kids come home from school, when I'll eat a random selection of crackers, nuts, dried fruit, whatever from the pantry non-stop until I make dinner.
I've been making weird dinners.
The only good thing is that I'm still exercising daily, and drinking my eight glasses of water. So there's that. But still... what is my big problem?
I'm sitting down with my grocery list right now, and planning out the rest of the week's meals. You all are inspiring me to keep at it. I know that success is hard-won with this whole weight loss thing, and I have been fighting other battles these last weeks. But enough. I'm not going to allow myself to slip any further. Onward!