I'm up 2 GDMF pounds and I'm pissed off at myself. I totally deserve to be up. I went out of town for the weekend and didn't track a damn thing that went into my mouth. Bad Muffin Top, BAD!
And it's not like it's going to get any better. It's 5:00 and I'm "officially" off for the next 5 days. Which, somewhat unfortunately, include Thanksgiving. I don't know what Thanksgiving is like in your house, but in my family we eat. And drink. And have dessert. And drink. And eat a little more.
What does this mean? Even FATTER Muffin Top! What the fuck am I supposed to do. I know skinny people make it through the holidays fine, but I'm scared. I'm really, truly, genuinely scared that I just do not have the self control necessary to not gain 5 pounds this weekend.
I'm packing all my workout stuff and bring my DVDs. My intention is to work out at least once a day, but I really want to get in 2 a days. Plus a family walk thrown in for good measure.
I'm hoping (with my fingers and toes crossed) that this will be enough. Please God, let it be enough.
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