So I step on the scale this morning and yikes! I have gained! 142.6. ACK!
I blame the Five C's of Catastrophe: candy (in the form of home-made fudge), cookies (I have reminded my husband to please, please, please, only get the cookies I don't like -- yes, he does the grocery shopping), cola (I don't drink diet) and the two that I really believe go together, carbs and cold.
I crave carbs when it's cold out, and here's my theory: deep in the primal region of my brain, it says that when it's cold, I need extra fat to keep warm. (What? Sounds like an excuse to you? I am shocked and appalled you would even suggest that! I mean, what other reason can there possibly be????)
Bottom line: no more fudge (it's finished anyway, so that's an easy call), finish the cookies and no more, cut back on the cola, and watch the carbs. Last night, for
instance, I had two pieces of buttered bread with the pasta. I didn't need them; I just wanted them. Ooops.
Step count/treadmill tally:
Jan. 9 - 1 hour on the treadmill (TM for short)
Jan. 10 - 1 hour on the TM
Jan. 11 - walk, 16,275 steps plus snow shoveling
Jan. 12 - 1 hour on the TM
Jan. 13 - 1 hour on the TM, plus snow shoveling
Jan. 14 - visitors arrived unexpectedly
Jan. 15 - 1 hour on the TM
This coming week, I have a birthday celebration, but otherwise? I'll be trying to do better. I missed a day of exercise, because of unexpected visitors, but after feeling like a shut-in with the cold, they were more than welcome.
(I wish some of the calories had leaked out of the fudge!)