With one week to go, I weighed in this morning.
I'm up two pounds from last week. :(
I'm disgusted and angry. Yes, I had one bad eating day (Saturday). But my workouts were on point, plus I ran a 5k this weekend. See, this is why I keep saying "cheat" days are detrimental and ridiculous. ADDICTS DON'T GET CHEAT DAYS! I didn't even intend to have a bad day. I hadn't set up a cheat day. The stress of getting ready for the craft sale got to me and I went nuts and binged. Now, I may have ruined my chance to succeed in this challenge.
I have one week to loose eight pounds. I'm trying not to panic. The big temptation is to work out like crazy and starve. I had to tell myself this morning that the best thing for my body is not to starve, but to nourish; not to work my self to death, but to enjoy the movement. I may not succeed at this, but I'm not going out like a punk.
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