For several reasons I really feel I have no room to complain, but the past couple of weeks have been so hectic and draining.
My boyfriend and I drove out of state a few weekends ago to attend a convention. I was so not used to being on my feet, and about had an anxiety attack before anything had even begun since we had to park over a mile away from the thing and walk there in the heat. There were no real chances to sit down once we were inside, no good food choices to make, and in the back of my mind I knew we'd have to walk all the way back to the car in that blasted heat. Ugh! I still had a good time, but was exhausted for a few days with very sore feet and ankles as I tried to get back on track with my eating plan.
I think I've done relatively good with that actually. I had a few slip-ups, but feel I've been eating so much better overall than I used to. My food choices are much better overall and I haven't binged in ages.
Then I got called into babysitting for a few weeks. Which means spending ten hours a day in someone else's house that is over an hour away from home, full of unhealthy "kid-friendly" snacks and nothing to do but be on the computer, watch TV, and play video games (although on most days I've managed to get the kids out for a walk in the early mornings, before the desert heat gets too bad).
I've been really good about bringing my own food and not touching the existing junk, but there were a handful of times I woke up too late to fix my lunch for the day (now granted, I could have taken care of that the night before, but felt too tired) and we ended up ordering pizza. I honestly wasn't happy about that . . . it's just been really difficult for me to adjust being gone for 12 hours a day, and once I'm there it really, really drags on. They keep the temperature in the 80's inside, and the kids have no "real" toys nor do they even seem interested in them. I did get us playing Twister but they got bored less than five minutes into it.
So I went from losing about 7 pounds in one week to staying at the same weight for about a week and a half. I've been dying to just drop one pound so I'll have a change to record for the jingle challenge.
Part of me wants to give up, but I won't. I'm continuing with all my veggies and fruit. I'm still not drinking any soda nor have I been having any ice cream, candy, chips, etc. But I'm frustrated and need to vent; I just want to get this weight off! I still have a week left of babysitting, and I'm hoping I can adapt a little better this week and look into the Y membership I've been wanting once I have the free time again (I used to be a swimmer and would love to get back into laps).
And I feel I have no room to complain because at least I haven't gained anything! And while I still have quite a ways to go, I've lost a lot of weight these past few years and none of it has crept back up on me. I'm thankful for that. I guess I just can't wait for things to go back to "normal."