This weekend has been nothing remotely like I expected. I was looking forward to challenging myself with a weekend as "the old us" and coming out on top, which did NOT happen. I have eaten poorly and drank quite a few beers, and only really enjoyed maybe 3 hrs of the last 48 enough to justify any of this. All I can do is move foreward with a positive attitude, and that's fully what I intend to do.
So up a whole 5 lbs since Wednesday: goal-to get rid of that and get back to kicking ass like I was, le sigh, it seems so long ago even though it was a few days. I do not believe weight loss follows the normal rules of time and space and physics.
I pick up my Boobah (our son) in the morning and I cannot wait; this growing up business is hard to do. Oddly enough more for me than him.