I caved and stepped on the scale on Saturday morning. After a week of knowing that I killed it on eating and running, the temptation of seeing a lower number was too much for me. 220.2, my lowest weight since Baby #2 was born.
I caved and ate a piece of birthday cake at a birthday party on Saturday morning. But I picked a small piece and not a corner piece. Small victories.
I caved and ate a pumpkin whoopie pie at the Great Frederick Fair on Saturday evening. But it’s a once yearly thing and they are delicious. It was not an eating free for all.
I caved and skipped my run on Saturday. I chose to a total family fun day instead. Totally worth it.
And then on Sunday, I laced up my Saucony’s and got back to business. 5 miles. They hurt but I made it through. I’m still on my path even if I veered slightly off course for a day.
10K in 26 days.
fat mom gets fit 