My apologies for being late with my blog, again. This week’s tardiness had nothing to do with a sudden inexplicable crankiness. Quite the opposite really. I was just too busy baking (and eating) cookies and scarfing down other forbidden foods to sit down and write. Also, I didn’t want to get chocolate on my keyboard.
Yes, I’m admitting it. I had a rough week diet-wise. Though quite honestly, I think a few days a month where you completely ignore the rules of dieting are necessary. Seeing your clothes get looser and feeling energetic and in control is nice. But so is sitting lethargically on the couch eating ice cream and chips right out of their containers. Which pretty much sums up my week.
I felt terrific at the beginning of the week. My pre-pregnancy clothes, with the exception of one ridiculously tiny pair of jeans that I’m beginning to suspect must have shrunk in the wash, fit. I felt healthy and strong. I had been flossing my teeth. I liked what I was seeing in the mirror. I was, in fact, feeling so good about myself that I was half-way through a very enthusiastic, albeit tone-deaf, solo performance of West Side Story’s “I Feel Pretty” one morning when I made the mistake of getting on the scale.
To my horror, the scale read higher than it had the previous week. Perhaps a saner person than myself would have hopped right back off again and finished the song with a flourish. Not me, my friends. Not me. I, instead, spent the remainder of the week sitting lethargically on the couch eating ice cream and chips out of their containers. But ces’t la vie. You win some, you lose some. Or more appropriately: you lose some, you gain some.
Anyway, as of today I’m off the couch and back on the proverbial wagon. In an effort to avoid what I will refer to as “scale paranoia,” I am putting up the scale for the next three weeks. The next time I weigh myself will be Saturday, July 2nd, which coincidentally is the day before I leave for Washington!
In happier news, I took Allie to watch the senior recital of Ballet Caliente, a school of dance here in Southern Maryland. It was amazing, and Allie loved watching all the dancers in their beautiful costumes. I am thinking of signing her up for dance this fall. Even if she is so unfortunate as to inherit my lack of grace and coordination, she will still look adorable in a tutu.
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