I think my stomach has officially started to eat away at my body. Good. Great, in fact.
When returning home from Michigan the other day, I haphazardly stood on the scale to see what the "damage" of vacationing had done to my weight loss plan. Well, I certainly wasn't expecting to see what I saw. Let me tell you folks, it was bad. Bad, bad, bad. While I'm not huge, nor am I considered "over weight" I didn't like the number I saw there.
The frustrating part is this: I almost always eat healthy and I exercise almost daily. We only eat whole wheat and multi-grain products (no white flour in our house, actually) and eat lots of fruits and veggies. My issue, though, it just too much. It started with the Clomid. The eating, and eating, and eating. Believe it or not, you CAN eat too much of that stuff, too!
Anyway, I've been sort-of-kind-of-not-really tracking points via Weight Watchers style. After returning from my trip I've realized that I'm at the "brink". The one where I either decide to NOT watch what I'm eating, or the one that I decided to get my butt in gear.
What I'd love to do is go back to weight watchers. They have an awesome program, and I do really well on it (basically, I do well when I have accountability...) However, I can't attend during the week because of my kiddos and I can't go on Saturdays due to our facilitating Financial Peace. SOOOOOOO..... I'm trying on my own again. Which leads me back to this:
I'm starving- and carrots aren't cutting it. Celery either.