So I know I did this to myself.  That’s the thing about eating poorly, it’s not like you accidentally did it (other than when I believe what MFP tells me without double-checking…), it is always something that you allow to happen.  And I allowed it to happen.  My boss brought in donuts, and I had donuts.  Then I had chicken wings, maybe a hamburger, I just didn’t eat well at all and I know it.  I am certainly not proud but I also can’t beat myself up.  If I do, I’ll simply just keep on doing the same thing.

I also didn’t go to the gym.  I stayed up late on Wednesday night to pick up my son so my wife to go to sleep.  I could have possibly gotten up, but I would have had less than six hours of sleep and I didn’t want that.  But I did make sure to walk and get my steps and active time in as much as I could.  Thursday is often when I have the most of my meetings, so there are times I can’t get up and about.

I know that this weekend is sort of a wash.  I will do my best to eat well but it will be difficult, so I will just have to make the best choices that I can while I am out of town.  Exercise probably won’t happen but I will be working most of the day Saturday on my feet so I think that counts.

We’ll pick up the pieces after the weekend and keep on keepin’ on.  I just need to get my feet and shoulder right so I can keep pushing toward my goal instead of feeling like I am working with one arm tied behind my back.  And both feet.


Exercise Info Volume/Time
Active Time Walking and walking and walking 52 minutes
Other Goals Notes
Eating/Tracking Didn’t track, ate too much
Steps 10,102
250+ Steps Per Hour 11 out of 14
Sobriety 86 days


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