Catching Up With Runaway Wagons

Eau dear.

I've fallen off the wagon.  Not just fallen off the wagon.... fallen, skinned my knees, broke a hip, lost a tooth, and cried like a little girl.

Here are a few very large wagons that have left me in the dust lately:

• Eating healthy (the fact that we have a kitchen full of leftover party food doesn't help)
• Exercising
• Blogging
• Feeling sassy (due to all of the above)

I started this little bloggity blog to catalog all my successes, wins, thoughts, fails (including those of the epic variety) to help me through times like this when my motivation has gone by the wayside.  So I have used it as intended today -  I went back and reread my entries, and remembered how well my pants fit.  How much more energy I had.  How much self-confidence I had.  How proud of myself I was. 

Why wait until tomorrow to get back in the swing of things?  Right now sounds like as good a time as any, right?  

Here's hoping my next blog will be me shouting from the rooftops that I am back on track.

Oh dear....

Not-so-good stuff I've done since Friday:

• wine
• eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes
• pizza
• more wine (hey, don't judge me!)
• Taco Bell 
• margaritas 
• cheeseburger & onion rings

I know, right?

Now, here's they WAY better stuff I've done since Friday:

• Kicked it into high gear
• a morning/afternoon full of fresh fruits & veggies
• tons of water
• baked chicken & veggies for dinner
• 40 minutes of ass kicking cardio
• planned a healthy menu and inked in workout time each evening

So, all the good stuff happened today.  When it comes to getting back on track,  no time like the present, oui?  Even after just 4 days off, I felt so sluggish - I had to make myself work out tonight, but I feel so much better for it.   It was definitely an epic slip up, but I'm determined to make an epic recovery.

off-topic hilarity

I'm feeling a little rotten after two consecutive nights of EPIC food fail.

Night 1: Cracker bread at Dublin Pub, accompanied by several pints.  (Cracker bread = carb heaven.  A flat bread covered in mashed potatoes, bacon and cheese.  Hey, at least I didn't eat all of it!)

Night 2:  Dinner at The Oakwood Club.  A starter of carpaccio, salad, 9 oz filet, garlic rosemary mashed potatoes and steamed broccoli with a raspberry sauce.   Again, didn't eat all of it, but I was sadly close.  At the end of the meal, I looked at my plate, then quietly leaned over and whispered to the boy "I'm ashamed."

To help quell my feeling of rotten-ness, here is a little something to make us all giggle.

(Why don't the guys Roto Rooter sends to my house look like this??)