Thursday was going well until I decided to look on the back of the cookie dough container to see how many calories were in one cookie. I wish I hadn't looked. 130 calories. In ONE little cookie! So not worth it. But I ate one anyway and being the good trainee, I logged it in my journal (which I was later praised...then criticized for).
I did my morning walk/jog to CVS and home this time carrying 1 1/2 gallons of water. CVS needs to be just a tad further away, or I suppose I could walk up and down our street a couple of times before making the journey.
This wasn't a real exciting day. I started to feel better from Brittney's Boot Camp and was able to move some without making odd groaning noises. I tried harder to follow the Dreaded Meal Plan. Maybe in a few days I'll give it a new name and try to be more optimistic!
Of course I cheated...again. I ate another cookie (only 1 1/2 tubs left) and drank 16 oz of orange juice. Oh, and I used Vidalia Onion salad dressing on my Romaine leaves topped with 1/2 a can of PLAIN wild caught tuna.
I went to Club Clean for 120 minutes but 120 minutes later, you couldn't tell (but Maisie and Carson had fun playing). Later I put my iPod on and walked/jogged/ran/and goofed around for 40 minutes on the mini trampoline, twice. I smelled really good by the time I ran my nightly bubble bath!
The food and alcohol withdrawals are starting to kick in, I think. I don't like being grumpy and depressed but I know it won't last much longer. Soon, I'll be healthy, skinny and hot!
Oh, and I lost another pound!! The numbers on my scale this morning were 132.6! Yay!
I have a new motivator. My wonderful son, Carson. He came up to me and gave me a hug, then grabbed my belly fat and said, "Squishy fat! Squishy fat!" I told him to enjoy it while it lasted because it wouldn't be there for long.