Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Yup! Totally blew it last week. Actually I was really good even dropped to 190 on by last Friday with a 2lbs weight loss. But it also happened to be my baby's 14th birthday. We went to red robin and I ate a wedgie burger (sooooo good). Then I had ice cream cake for post dinner birthday celebration and then we went to California for the weekend. On Saturday I had 3 apple cider beers, a small slice of pizza and 3 chocolate chip cookies.
They say you reap what you sew. They weren't wrong. Sunday morning I bent over my overnight bag & couldn't stand up. Sciatic nerve pinched & back locked up. To top it off I weighed in a pound heavier on weigh in day (every Tuesday ).
Now I can't work out until my back stops freaking out. I'm not mad that I celebrated my son's life with a little food. I'm not even mad that I gained a pound. I'm PISSED that I can't work out. Lesson learned! Karma is BITCH! No problem karma I will no longer be testing my fate and especially when I am no where near my own bed, my own heating pad, my massage therapist or an urgent care equipped with a shot of toradol and a script for Valium (the only thing that will allow me to at least stand up straight and walk like a human ).