The weight I gained while on vacation last week is slowly coming back off. I knew it would, especially since I was back home, eating my usual stuff and not being presented with starchy carbs and sweets at every turn. I know those pounds will take a little bit to come off, but I am okay with that.
As much as it sucks, I have come to realize that these last 40 pounds are not going to go without a fight, and that if I really want them gone, it is going to be a monumental task that will require monumental effort to accomplish. I am struggling to get motivated to exercise but did order a new swimsuit that has long sleeves and capri pants so I won’t freeze my ass off nearly as much in the pool. I’ll give it a try tomorrow night when I head to the gym, because as much as I like the bike, I am tiring of it. So I will do my upper body weight workout then swim.
I’ve got a pot of chicken soup cooking for meals this week so there’s no reason to eat poorly this week. I’m alao working on increasing the number of hours I sleep each night because I have a feeling that my lack of sleep is contributing to my lack of motivation about a lot of things in general. There is so much on my plate right now and I am just ready for it to be clear so I can focus on self-care.