New week, new me.

Saturday was the pits. After my wonderful day on Friday I woke up in a sour mood and couldn't shake it all day. I didn't get anything done that I wanted to (although we did bring Carson to visit his partner in crime, Justen, but that's about it). Then when Carson napped, I napped. The only thing I DID do was eat. And eat and eat. I was just in a foul mood and was having "fat person" thoughts. I figured if I wasn't losing weight (actually GAINING some) then I may as well eat food to warrant the gain. It was a yuck day and come 10pm I was happy to see it end.

The next day I woke up, feeling guilty, and although we went to my brother and sister in law's house for a wonderful brunch, which I normally would gobble all the beautiful food, I had one small plate with some eggs, a piece of bacon, and half a bagel with a smidgen of cream cheese. Then, feeling proud of myself, when Carson went down for a nap, I headed to the gym. That's right. You heard me. The GYM. I got my pass back last week and I've been to the gym maybe a dozen times since I got pregnant. I spent an hour on the treadmill, playing around with the incline and my speed. My legs are sore today, and I'd forgotten how much I missed that feeling.

Then I went home, made tomato sauce and a spaghetti sauce (had to use up stuff in my fridge), we had a nice family dinner, I ate within my points, did a whole bunch of laundry and was in bed at 9pm and asleep probably 2 minutes later.

I guess I'm proud that I didn't let Saturday's day from hell turn into the weekend from hell (in terms of eating) and that I used it to motivate me. I'm feeling wonderful today, with a smile on my face and no more fat person thoughts... I'm thinking like a skinny person now.