Friday, May 27, 2011

Holy shitballs

What kind of idiot choose the Friday of Memorial Day weekend to re-dedicate herself to her fitness program?

This kind of idiot.

See, I got on the scale on Wednesday. It read 206.2 - same as last week. Okay, I can live with that; no change. Then I got on again on Thursday, because that's my regular weigh-in day and, therefore, would produce my "official" weight. 209.2. Fuck. So I got on again today (obsessive, much?) and it was 209.2 again. So it's official - I gained three.

In my head, I said, okay, you can get back on the bandwagon on Tuesday. And then the other voice in my head said, "do you realize how much damage you can do in four days?"

So here I am, staring down the barrel of a three-day weekend, and knowing I will be tracking every morsel that passes my lips. Dinner tonight with Rebekah; party tomorrow at Millie's; two days in Wisconsin (and you know that means beer and cheese). Yep. All of it. AND, I'll be finding time to exercise in there. Tomorrow morning is a run and weight training. Sunday morning I may even make it to the gym before I head out of town, and Monday will bring me a run in the hills of Wisconsin. Yep. This Memorial Day will be memorable!

Not beating myself up, just letting myself be inspired. I mean, come on ... Rome wasn't built in a day. Neither was my ass.


Michelle said...

Oh holy hell Maggie, you crack me up! I'm sorry you've got pounds to reckon with this holiday, but I adore that you are handling the situation with humor. Go you! You can conquer whatever you choose to conquer and do it with grace and giggles.

Maggie Bieritz said...

Thanks, Michelle! I'm doin' my best ... and narrowly avoiding corndogs.