So, two days ago my 15 year old got caught skipping school again and then took off and it took us 2 days to find him. Unfortunately, this isn't the first time, but it is the last (for this year, at least) because he is going to finish out his school year with his grandma, who wants to devote 24/7 to getting him to school and church :). We were quite happy with the arrangement because it is JUST what he needs.
Anyway, on top of being stressed about that, my husband and I were fighting terribly because of the tension and the fact that we come from such different cultures that we don't always agree with how to deal with a teenage boy. The other kids are young enough (or female) that it hasn't become an issue with them, but hubby and I defo have different perceptions of how to treat an adolescent boy.
So, to top off the bad day, I ate like a pig and didn't exercise. I mean, I ate chips, chocolate, ice cream and drank a full-cal coke. I woke up feeling really fat, stressed, unhappy and overall yucky. Add to that I'm moving into the height of the virus I have and the baby's illness is still going strong...
Fortunately, when we were deciding what to have for dinner and hubby and I were talking about getting take-away because we have so much to do to get ready for me to drive the 12 hours to grandma, I resisted and made low-fat chili instead. And ate lots of spinach leaves so I only had 1 1/2 cups of chili. Then, after I finished the rest of my work, I went out and did 30 mins on the treadmill, including 10 mins jogging and 10 mins on the full incline. Unfortunately, I now feel worse, with my lungs feeling like they weight about 100 pounds and I can't take full breaths. But, I'm glad I worked out and feel a little less like an oinker for it.
Its really sad that I had yesterday's bad choices because yesterday morning I saw 167 for the first time in YEARS. However, this morning I was back up to 169. Ugh! How frustrating. I sometimes wonder if I even want to lose weight, since I keep sabotaging myself.
Nevermind, though, I'm just going to keep chugging forward. At least a bad day of eating can't undo all the exercising I've been doing. I just hope my illness doesn't get worse so that I can't exercise more this week. I do have to do that drive to grandma's, which isn't going to make it easy to find time to exercise, but I can at least go for a walk once we get there tomorrow.