I must have jinxed myself with all that stuff about how easy it was getting to stay on plan, blah, blah, blah. Because for the second half of this week I just could not make myself journal, didn't get much exercise, in general felt like crap and ate too damn much. So here it is, Sunday night, and I know my weigh-in on Tuesday will be crappy. Oh well, I guess, just information. Missing the weigh-ins two weeks in a row hurt me, I think, made me lazy and complacent. Also, my routine was all messed up. I had another trip across the state on Friday. I had a lot going on yesterday and today. Lots of excuses but in the end it comes down to my old motto, "do you want excuses or do you want results?" I should have made myself do the things I need to do.
Tomorrow, even though it's the last day of my week, I'm journaling every bite, and I'm not going to get lazy like this again. Because honestly, I have felt tired and lousy all week, and I'm sure it's partly because I've eaten junk and not eaten my veggies and I haven't exercised much.
It ends here. I know what I need to do and I need to do it.