I have gained 19 pounds in roughly 6 months.
That’s my magic number.
Actually…it’s really more like 29 since I was 10 lbs (ish) away from where I wanted to be as a “goal” weight but 19 lbs ago I was pretty happy with myself.
I’m still happy. 19 pounds is not 90. 19 pounds doesn’t put me anywhere near that scary decade that I worked so hard to get away from.
It’s just 19 pounds. I took off 60. 19 pounds is cake.
Well. Not cake – but you know.
I woke up this morning and had an English muffin with peanut butter. I went to the gym and did week 1 day 3 of the C25K. I met Dave for lunch and had a half a slice of vegetable quiche and a spinach salad.
We went to Lillie’s and it was delightful. The quiche was jam packed with all kinds of vegetables.
I even ate mushrooms.
I’m not beating myself up at all over this. If there was ever a time to wallow I could give myself this time. Going through the things I’ve gone through this year have not been easy at all. I’m actually glad it’s only 19 that I have to worry about. Unfortunately – one thing I have learned is that things can always be worse.
One thing that is not worse – by a long shot – is that I’ve got someone who is always willing to split a burger with me. :)
Here are a few pictures to keep things interesting.
Dave’s lunch today, my lunch today, my dinner last night, and The 7 train, all decked out for the MLB Postseason.