I have been having more bad days than good days since my nephew passed away on April 20th. I thought that I was doing okay emotionally, but evidently I'm not. I have no desire to stay on my diet and really don't want to exercise. I've used every excuse under the sun as to why I can go off my diet at any given time. This past week my son came home for a visit from Portland, Oregon. I cooked all of his favorite meals, and of course I ate them too. We went out to eat two times and I ate to many things that I shouldn't have. We went to watch a Detroit Tigers game, and I ate lots of junk food. To top it off, I only exercised twice this past week. I was also was put on steroids because my asthma has been acting up this past week. I'll be on it for at least one more week. I was told that steroids can make you pack on the pounds. Oh how I wish I could blame it on the steroids, but I'm thinking 99% of of this past week weight game is because of my choices in food. Believe or not I have gained 15.2 pounds in 6 days. How is that possible? I had a friend ask if I wanted to join a few people in our version of "The Biggest Loser". I jumped at it, in hopes that this will get me kick started again. I also am going to try to post how I'm doing everyday for a couple weeks to see if that keeps me more accountable. Stats: 193.6 (46.6 pounds lost)
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