My routine was compromised harshly these last 15 days and I am feeling it- fat (elastic-waisted!) pants and all! I was having a good run, really. Shortly after I started blogging, I posted this and I was in a good place and ready. I was consistent with working out, which, once I'm 'in the zone' I LOVE it! I was eating alright and I was fitting into pants with buttons!!!
Then Operation Staycation, the work of the devil, threw me under the bus. Family activities in our family include food: good, mouth-watering, carbohydrate-loaded coma-inducing food! Who was I to be a party pooper, right? Well, I let NO ONE down (especially my scale, who is particularly high today!!!) I gave into the peer pressure and ate, joined in family activities and did not leave any time for myself and my schedule.
My husband loves Mc Donald's. I was never a lover- I've grown to live with it because of the kids. In a pinch, this was the meal of choice several times- I need no lectures please, I've seen Supersize Me- ELASTIC PANTS, people, no one is more aware at this moment! However, the new Southern Style Chicken Sandwich should have just been inserted into a dirty hypodermic needle (pureed with hot fries and diet Dr. Pepper) so it could go directly into my vein, the way a true addict does it! De-lish!!! It got to the point where I was suggesting McDonald's! Call A&E's Intervention NOW!
Hopefully this will keep me accountable and ashamed enough to get out of this rut and into a pair of pants that grown ups wear- with a fly! My incentive:
Just kidding! For those of you who don't know, this is 'Hot Boy'.
Can I just interject what a freaking dork I am, taking pictures of my landscaper? I am pretending to be taking before, during and after shots and he keeps moving out the way- he's a gentleman, ladies! The patio looks nice, too, no?