The quest for happy imperfection…

So, I’m not 100%, but I’ve crawled out of the hole. I’m feeling better, and today was a pretty good success. Ate well within my calories, even though I had to do a last minute switch (had Subway for dinner after I forgot to add the rice to my crockpot soup) I was even good- I wanted a hot pastrami or an Italian BMT, but had a roast beef with sweet onion dressing- very good, I might add.

Got in all 8 glasses of water plus some extra, walked Lucy for 45 minutes at lunch, and there’s no way I’d be able to watch 2 hours of TV tonight if I wanted to.

Tonight’s youth group went much better than last week’s. Hallelujah! (Last week had a couple near fights, a few kids that showed up drunk… all that fun stuff) So on that note, I’m going to spend a nice evening with the hubs before bed! Keep going ladies- you’re all rocking this!

So yesterday was a no good, rotten, very bad day. Remember that hole I wanted to crawl into? Well, I did it.  I was home sick and feeling pretty crappy. So, needless to say, I didn’t get my exercise in. And I watched more than 2 hours of TV, which was really more like staring at it with the glazed over eyes of a head cold coma. But, I did get in my 8 glasses of water (getting up to pee was probsbly the only thing that kept me from simply sleeping until the end of time) and I ate under my calories. (Too much sleeping leaves little time for eating)

So anyway, I weighed in at 210 yesterday, a loss of three pounds from the day before. I attributed this to weighing in later in the day (10 am instead of 7), but on a still completely empty stomach and bladder.

Today, I weighed in at 209.5. Huh? Who knew sleeping lead to weight loss?! But, I’m certainly not complaining!