The pounds are starting to creep back on. Not many, but I can definitely tell in my clothes that I'm gaining again.
I'd like to think this isn't my fault. But to tell you the truth, when I was in the hospital visiting hubby, I indulged a bit. The hospital food wasn't the greatest, but they did make pretty good desserts. Hehe.
I really didn't care about calories too much at that point, and I should have. I did try and eat my veggies, though. ;-)
But honestly. There's only so much energy a person has. And mine wasn't focused on my weight loss.
So now I've had to reign myself in again. I'm back working out at Curves, something I wasn't able to do when hubby was in the hospital. I've really started to watch my food intake. I like to hover somewhere around 1500 calories a day. And I'm sticking to my dark chocolate from now on. That curbs my sweet tooth cravings.
Here's the funny thing. When I was going to Curves all the time and watching my calories, I could pretty much eat whatever I wanted and I wasn't gaining anything. But the combination of stress, sitting in a hospital room for hours on end (even though we did go for a few walks) and, well, stress, really hit me hard. I'm one of those people who eats when they get emotionally upset. I recognize that and try to stop it before it gets too bad. But I slip and fall. Unfortunately, I allowed myself to slip too much.
I still wonder why it's so incredibly easy to gain weight, but so terribly hard to lose it.
Dived into the manuscript last night. I'm writing a scene that is full of conflict. And I can't wait to crack open the laptop tonight!