Had my first bite of meat in a little over two weeks yesterday. Hubby came home Tuesday night and the first words out of his mouth were “I want a hamburger.” So we agreed to get a burger last night at this local 50s diner that has the best burgers in town (flat, flat-top fried, big flat buns, all the fixins’).
We split a fry, split a chocolate malt (and when hubby finished his and refilled with what little was left in the shake cup, I traded my nearly full glass with him), and each had burgers (although I managed to eat only one half and two bites of the other half).
It was a lovely time, and I left feeling like I’d had a treat, but didn’t over-indulge.
I’m getting inspired by this season of Biggest Loser, but not motivated by it yet. My hope is that once this week is finally over, I’ll be able to use break to get into a routine I can stick with. I’m starting to think the goal of 3 miles a day is becoming more of a block than a motivator, so I might drop it back to two a day. Two a day every day beats 3 a day only sporatically, I think.
At least I have a few miles to add to my ticker this week. Now if only I can add a few lost pounds to the other ticker next week!
Happy Thursday Chicks!