I'm going to come right out and admit that one event threw me off track this month. My husband and I went out on our first real date in almost 15 months. It was an early anniversary present to ourselves. We went to dinner at the Cheesecake Factory and then to a concert. We attempted to behave like normal people, who weren't insanely worried about the sweet boy we left at home in the capable hands of a good friend of ours. I only text messaged her 100 times that night. That's normal right? It's a good thing that she's keenly aware of how neurotic I am when it comes to my boy, and in general. Now it's time for the admission... I ate bread and cheesecake at dinner. The bread was divine. I could have eaten every last morsel of it, although I limited myself to three teensy, tiny little pieces. The cheesecake, however, wasn't very good. I mean it tasted good, but it made me feel sick. I actually stopped eating it after a few bites. This reconfirmed that my stomach has serious issues with dairy. It was a good thing I took lactose pills prior to ingesting the cheesecake; otherwise, the concert wouldn't have been pleasant for anyone. I am happy to report that the entree I ordered was 100% in line with my flab to fab rules. It's the small victories in life, isn't it?
It looks divine, doesn't it?! |
My stats for this month are as follows:
I am still 11 pounds under my pre-pregnancy weight and 16 pounds less than I was when I started this challenge. I didn't see additional weight loss this month, but I am fine with that. Since I added strength training back in, I didn't think I would see any weight loss. I can tell that I am losing body fat though, as my clothes are still getting looser.
I did fall off track this month, but I predicted that would happen in a previous post. I am not going to beat myself up over it. I am just going to jump back on the wagon and move on. No sense in having a pity party. It's not like a meteor struck me down once I was done eating my treats.
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