Currently feeling a little down. I don't know what my deal is. Perhaps it's the rush of victory dwindling? Maybe it's a winter's worth of cabin fever really setting in. I'm not sure. But I don't like it. It's not that it makes me feel like stuffing my face or anything - it just kind of makes me feel like my wheels are turning, and I'm not getting anywhere.
Even though I stepped on the scale Monday, and I'm down a couple of pounds from last week, I just feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Hmmm. Maybe that's it? Maybe I know that I did a pretty crap job of eating well last week, and I'm mopey because I know that sooner or later it's gonna catch up to me? That definitely keeps me from celebrating my own victory of a couple of pounds lost. Just knowing that next week it's probably going to go in the opposite direction that I want sucks.
But really, it's my own dang fault. I knew better when I agreed to pizza for lunch and Culver's for dinner. I have no one to blame but myself, and that kinda sucks. Maybe Mr. P just a smidge for not being very helpful. :) But no. Mostly just me.
Fact of the matter is, I need to get it together. Be more consistent with things like veggie intake and exercise. Do more meal and schedule planning so that I can know what's coming instead of waiting to the last minute (aka on the way home from work) to figure out what's for dinner. I know from a little exercise at work that my personality has a smidge of a strugglefest when it comes to actually planning things out ("Perceivers" are better with things like going on a cross-country trip completely unplanned and without any kind of map or saving for the trip or, hey, even a car. Woooo!).