Finally...movement!

I know I shouldn't be on the scale but I am obsessed with jumping onto it every morning. Finally, I was down to 168.8 again. Yay! Just 0.8 more to get back to where I was a month ago and then to start losing again.

Yesterday was good and bad. Good, because I ate well for the most part of the day: I had an english muffin, double fiber, for breakfast with 1 tsp peanut butter. We were running errands so I went through Taco Bell drive-thru for lunch, but only ate 1 taco. At dinner, I had 1 cup of spaghetti with whole-grain pasta. Bad, because I had a Snickers bar while I was running errands, apple crisp dessert, of which I ate my entire serving despite the fact it didn't taste that good, and popcorn way too late at night. My only saving grace with the bad stuff is I only at one serving of each and it was spread throughout the day and night. That's probably why I didn't gain 2 pounds. But, its ironic that the day after I have the worst foods AND don't exercise for the first time in over a week, the next morning I've finally lost some weight.

I started a contest with my husband to see who could burn the most calories in a week, so I've been keeping track of my calories burned at home and at the gym. My total for the past week is 2070 calories! That's pretty good, I thought. Even though the contest is a wash because hubby only worked out one day last week and he has no interest in competing with me on it as a source of motivation, I'm going to keep tracking my calories burned so I can push myself to beat myself on previous weeks. I may not be doing well with my eating, but at least I'm doing well with the exercising and that gives me some feeling of being in control of myself.

In fact, I'm motivated to go to the gym today. I was going to just do some exercises in the garage, but I work out harder in the gym. And I want to get out of the house for a lil while. Especially as hubby woke up grouchy this morning and is on the war path.