Have you heard that the more stressed you are, the harder it is to lose weight and the more likely you are to gain weight?
I should be the size of the Goodyear blimp.
After writing my post the other day I weighed myself and found that I was a pound off . . . in the wrong direction. Little depressing there.
Yesterday I did my entire Pilates DVD and even though my legs felt like jelly afterward, I started up my Walking off the Pounds DVD, too. I didn't get too far into that one because my one year old demanded some time from me that didn't require her doing squats. I guess her legs felt like jelly, too.
Anyway, I didn't get too much exercise today other than going up and down the stairs. A lot. And I did make myself take the stairs at the doctor office today instead of taking the elevator.
At one point I kind of forgot that I was trying to eat less junk and ate an entire bag of M&Ms. But that was after my doctor appointment and I was depressed (recent miscarriage, this was my first check up since the DNC). I didn't let myself guilt over it though.
Tomorrow is Saturday and there is plenty of housework to be done, so even if I don't get around the my workout DVDs, I will be taking several trips up and down the stairs, working out my arms with the mop and broom, and I plan on getting a walk around the block in.
I decided to make Sundays my offical weigh in day just because it's easier for me to remember. So my weight is 138 and I'll check in again on Sunday evening.