Diet-wise, I thought today had been a pretty good day. Wednesdays we never eat dinner at home-there is just not enough time. So I knew we were headed to the Sonic drive-thru. I had checked calorie counts before I went, and I was stoked (and also a little bewildered), that I was able to order a cheeseburger and tots. I had really watched my calories all day, though, so I decided to enjoy my meal. And enjoy it, I did! Yum! But later, when I went back to the website to get the fat grams, I realized I had made one detrimental mistake-I got my calorie count from the "calories from fat" column, not the "calorie" column. Talk about frustration! I ended up eating 1490 calories today-almost 300 calories over due to a mistake! Boo!
Exercise-wise, it was not looking like a good day. Today is my last day of the "week" (my diet weeks will start on Thursdays and end on Wednesdays because I initially started on a Thursday), and I had only exercised twice. My goal is to exercise for 30 minutes, 3 times a week. But I forgot to set my alarm for an early morning. And since as soon as I get off work, it's time to get the boys and head to church, there is no time in the evening to exercise. I don't usually get home until 9:30 or 10:00 on Wednesdays, and since I go to bed at 10:00, I don't even have time for my Gazelle.
But this was my very first week. I can't not reach my goals the very first week! And what about my "No Excuses" mentality I am trying to have? So as soon as I got home from church (at 9:45), I quickly jumped on the Gazelle. When I say quickly, it is no exaggeration. I literally walked in the door, threw my purse down, and started right in. I didn't even change my shoes, or my clothes. That's right-I wore my boots and jeans! And my tennis shoes were on the floor right next to the Gazelle. In fact, I stared at them for most of my workout. I almost quit after 20 minutes-after all, experts agree that 20 minutes is the minimum time recommended for weight loss-at least, that's what kept going through my head, anyhow. But I knew that my goal was 30 minutes, so I made myself finish the workout. It made me feel very proud of myself for finishing the week out right. And my feet? Yeah, my toes were killing me! I am definitely wearing tennis shoes next time-not these!