Down .2 again this week. For a grand total of 2.8 in my first three weeks back on track. I'm not gonna lie - I'm kind of bummed. I've really been working hard and to see these tiny losses these past two weeks is sort of disheartening. I've been working my butt off in the gym and I've been diligent about counting everything I put in my mouth.
Now I haven't been perfect, my dad was in town over the weekend and we went to the mountains, meaning we ate out pretty much every single meal over the weekend. But I made relatively good choices, and I counted everything, so I thought I would be okay. AND - we went snowshoeing for a good chunk of the day on Saturday, which was pretty tough and burned a ton of calories.
Anyway, I'm hopeful that maybe I'll get a whoosh next week, and I'm going to keep at it, but it's just sort of disappointing when I've been working so hard. I actually had a mini Milky Way today and I think it was sort of just to spite myself. How stupid is that?
In other news, I went to my first kickboxing class last night, and it was hardcore! I was sweating my ass off and I have absolutely coordination, so my roundhouse kicks were pretty lame looking, but I had a great time. It was nice to change it up a bit, and my muscles are definitely feeling it. And it's fun to imagine kicking someone's ass - sort of gets the aggression out. Not that I need that or anything. ;)
It's going to be tough for me to make the class because of the time it starts and my work obligations, but I'm going to try to do it once a week or so moving forward. Here's hoping next week the scale shows more of a loss. :)