I've been a very, very bad girl. Then I was a good girl for a while, then a bad girl for a day, then a good girl for a few days.
It's like a freaking roller coaster of I love good food/I love bad food. I'm starting to think my hormones are out of whack.
I'll be doing superwoman-good on my food choices, then hubs will look at me wrong and I'm headed to the store for a (mini) pack of Oreos. I'll do my daily walk and be feeling great about myself, only to give in and sneak a few bites of the moist yellow cake with cream cheese icing I made one night because Hubs asked me to.
I've just had an epiphany: My husband is to blame for all of my food failures.
Not really, but isn't that part of the job description - taking the blame for everything?
For argument's sake we'll just go with it.
Anyhoo, as mentioned previously, my life is nothing but school right now. I'm THISCLOSE to finishing up my degree, and as such the pressure is increasing. I'm also ecstatic to be going to Europe this summer for two weeks. NOTE: This is yet another reasons to buckle down and stick to this lifestyle change; I don't want to be the fat chick on the plane everyone hates to get stuck next to. No, thank you.
So, I'm on track with my daily walks, and if my stupid Wii would stop acting a fool I could do my Zumba a few nights a week. I need to figure out some type of effective workout for my arms to get rid of the cafeteria lady arm (you know, that jello-y, jiggly consistency that makes tank tops and sleveless clothing forbidden). As of yesterday I'm down 27 pounds total, which is huge considering I started a little over two months ago.
I hope everyone is having a fantastical March. I'm ready for Spring to be gone so my nose can stop spazzing over the pollen that is covering EVERYTHING in sight. That said, you'll definitely see me complaining all summer about hellishly hot Louisiana summers. Ah, the good 'ol South.