All I can say is: !#$%)!#$*&%)#$%&#$)&$#)*%@&$#)*^T
I had an amazing week in California working out and eating clean and healthy. My stomach was flat, flat, flat and my arms lean and strong.
Then hubs and I went on a cruise.
Damn that cruise.
I was very good the first few days, working out a lot and eating like a good, healthy girl. Then I ate some cheese and bread. Then a little butter. Then a few cookies. And some ice cream. Mashed potatoes. Pasta. Frick. Frack. Damn it.
It really all fell apart when I didn't track my food and exercise. I just thought that I would "be good." I didn't go entirely hog wild, but I feel utterly crappy.
I'm not even going to get near my skinny jeans or scale for a week or so. Damn it.
Time to get back on that health bus and snack on some celery.