My disappointing 4th weigh in. AKA: crying a river, building a bridge, and getting the fuck over it.
This week’s weigh in put me 1.5 pounds over last week, which I’m still having a hard time wrapping my head around because the day before, on the same scale, I was half a pound under the last week. And, no, I didn’t go home and eat all the ham!
I came home feeling the harsh sting of defeat. After a short chat with my brilliant Spirit Guide, I realized that there will be days like that and I can’t let it get me down, so I decided to hit the weights. I felt a bit better afterwards.
I ended up lifting twice this weekend. My lower back has started to get sore again. I’m going to try my best not to irritate it too much, because I don’t want a repeat of what happened last year.
In culinary news, I had some tasty sushi for breakfast today, and I’m assembling the ingredients for an oven version of the Mexican dish “al pastor”, which should be super tasty (once I get around to actually cooking it).