Uh-oh.
"Whatever," I thought to myself. There's no possible way that I gained 3 lbs over the week. Sure, I did enjoy a few too many slices of flag cake and I had a couple of beers with dinner. After the BBQ last night, I'm probably just retaining water.
Then, I checked my food journal. Oops. My last entry was July 1st at lunch. Why hadn't I been writing down what I was eating? I started to rack my brain trying to remember my meals. Let's see... there was the McDonalds on the way to the commissary. And the huge hot fudge brownie ice cream sundae on Friday. Saturday, Jason and I worked our way through a pint of Americone Dream while watching movies. Oh, I forgot about the candy bar I had on the way home from the commissary. And there were the several granola bars I had while researching an article for work.
Maybe that 3 lbs isn't just water weight.
I still don't think I ate 10,000 extra calories over the last few days, but since I wasn't journaling, I'm really not sure. I'm going to officially weigh-in tomorrow to give myself a chance to recover from last night's dinner. I'll still probably be up, but it's nothing I can't deal with. I'm going to be a little more vigilant and make sure that I'm recording what I eat. I'm going to drink my water. I'm going to follow my new running schedule. I'm not going to think about how ecstatic I was last week when I was a mere 2 lbs from my pre-baby weight.
One bad weekend isn't going to derail my months of work.
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