When I don’t want to deal with something, I simply hide from it and ignore it. Before I had kids, that meant staying in bed as much as possible. Now that I have responsibilities other than myself, I can’t do that, so I hide in other ways. Like not writing a weekly post about weight loss when I’m eating like shit.
It was only a few weeks, but I went off the wagon. Not hugely – It’s not like I was a recovering alcoholic on a three-week bender or anything. But I just didn’t pay attention. Didn’t measure, didn’t weigh, didn’t track. And I gained a few pounds. I haven’t been weighing myself, but I can tell by how my jeans fit.
So what’s snapped me back? An event I’m attending tomorrow at Chelsea Piers. A workout event. As in I have to work out.
With Jillian Michaels, from The Biggest Loser. Yikes.
Yup, those abs are going to be kicking my butt tomorrow, with cameras around. Joy. It’s to promote her new Wii game, Jillian Michaels Fitness Ultimatum 2010.
Based on what I read about exercise and losing weight, I’ll definitely have to count calories tomorrow, so that I don’t use the workout as an excuse to eat an entire pizza, washed down with a bag of Ruffles.