This post will be comparatively brief because there's tile waiting to be grouted. My exercise this week has been crawling around on my hands and knees on the bathroom floor, running to the garage to cut tile, and hopping up countless times to mediate, feed, and otherwise aid children. Oh, and trying to keep dust down to a fine layer...the dust is insane around here. We've had the components to redo our (one and only) bathroom for a year now and it's finally getting done. My Dad and Eli started the project off earlier this week, but when Eli had to go back to work Wednesday I took over as much as I was able. Make hay while the sun shines!
I've mentioned before that April has always been the Twilight Zone of my diets in the past. Perhaps more accurately described as limbo. No matter how hard I've tried I have never lost more than 5 pounds in the month of April. I'm not entirely certain whether it's physical or psychological, but most likely is a perfect storm of both. As the month nears it's end the theme seems to be continuing. For full disclosure, I also have not been trying as hard as I could this time around.
We had another Easter celebration last weekend, and I don't need my arm twisted to celebrate. I gained 9 pounds. NINE POUNDS. Yes, it is ridiculous, and I didn't know that was even possible in such a short period of time. I had quite a bit of salty food, so it's possible there was a bunch of water weight hanging around. Regardless, my all-weekend splurges are officially over. (I say this one week before my baby girl's first birthday party...eek.) I can't keep it up, especially if I continue this two steps forward, two steps back pattern. It's exhausting and disheartening. I lost nine pounds this week...but made no progress.
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