It dawned on me today that we leave for our beach vacation 13 weeks from this coming Saturday (not that I’m counting the days or anything). And at the same time, I realized I have SERIOUSLY fallen off the exercise wagon. I can’t seem to get back into the groove I was in last fall. Although I have to say, I’m not surprised. That groove was TOTALLY unlike me and I’m still not sure where it came from.
I have been able to keep my eating pretty much on track aside from the occasional weekend splurges. Now that football season is over, it’s easier to eat healthier even on the weekends. I have been on top of making menus and I want to get back into the habit of visiting the farmers market. There has been a pitfall. I recently discovered a fabulous cheap wine and my consumption of wine has started to creep back up so I need to reign that in a bit too. Entertaining with friends on weekends can make it tricky too since our friends like to drink as much as we do.
I think I mentioned that B is trying to lose weight too and we really want to set a good example for our girls. A few weeks ago, we started taking a walk as a family at least a few times a week. But the last couple of weeks, things have come up and we haven’t been able to go more than a couple times a week. And I have an awful feeling with the weather getting warmer that our excuses are going to become more and more frequent.
So, starting Monday I resolve to get my ass back on that treadmill. I figure if I do that AND we happen to take a family walk, that will just be a bonus and I’ll have burned even more calories.
I need to get a new bathing suit this year and I’m HOPING I can order one at least a size smaller. At the very least, I hope to lose another 13 pounds before we go to the beach. I hope I can get there.