Finally the scale is going in the right direction. I dropped 1.2 pounds. For some that may not seem like a lot, but that equals 4 sticks of butter. I’ll take that!
I know it’s only been a week, but I feel like I’m finally back on track. I closely followed my 5-step plan of attack. No wine or cheat meals this week. I stayed true to my weekly menu plan and made sure to go to my Weight Watchers meeting this morning.
As a result, my diet and sleep were in sync this week. I stuck to 20-25g of carbs per day and I got in roughly 8 hours of sleep each night. My clothes felt looser, I had more energy and didn’t feel bloated after meals.
I just need to keep up this momentum and the 1.2 pound loss certainly gives me the boost to do just that.
Only one problem spot with my 5-step plan. My workout schedule slipped a bit, but that was due to this dang Achilles tendon injury. I decided to take Friday off — no MOI spin class, yoga or running — and rest the foot. My foot is healing, albeit rather slowly. I started fearing that I needed to increase my rest days from 1 to 3 times a week. But then that wonderful, fickle finger of fate stepped in — my gym membership allows me access to 2 other gyms, both of which have a pool.
Time to break in my new swimsuit.