I really wanted to kick, scream, cry. . . throw a two year old temper tantrum this morning. But this is *my* fault. I own it. I've been eating like crap. I've been drinking soda. I'll do go for a day at most and then it's back to crap eating.
I don't often use this fat monitor, as you can tell by how dirty the screen is. I was running late for work (as always) so I didn't feel like making it pretty for a picture. But I'm up about 2% I think. Again I don't use this thing that often, so hard to know what my lowest was. But I don't think I ever got below 30%.
And this is why I'm gaining weight. . . I'm doing things like this. This is a Gus' Pretzel. . . it's a St Louis thing - they've been around since 1920. And that's a Shock Top in my hand. And yes it's a playoff game. And yes, it's the Cardinals and the Cubs. It's historic. But whatever. I can't keep eating like this. So I've got to buckle down. I have another playoff game Thursday (if we make it that far). My goals are to be pretty damn perfect between now and then.
I welcome all advice for how to get back on the wagon. I know people struggle with this. I know that this isn't rare. What do you do to get back on track? Cause I gotta stop the scale before it hits 190. I've worked hard for this! I can't let it slip away.
To step off on the right foot, this is breakfast: