Losing a part of me

I knew that eating pizza for dinner was not going to be a good idea for my diet, but I did it anyways. I did not expect to gain quite as much weight overnight as I did, but it is a small price to pay to make a young boy happy on his first night home with us in a week… and his first night back in his previously usurped bedroom in months. I ate too much, I ate too late, but I did not expect to gain three pounds overnight. I will do better today; in the event that we decide to get something else for dinner that is incompatible with my progress then I will have my leftover steak for my meal as Leslie and her son indulge.

I can blame my eating as much as I want, but something has to be said for the fact that I barely broke 1,000 steps yesterday. Yes, I worked… but I did not walk the dog, I did not do anything… I do not even remember leaving the house at all, owing to a forgotten lunchtime meeting which saw Leslie run to the grocery store to pick up provisions. I will make sure to take Duchess out for a good walk this afternoon, and hopefully tomorrow the bathroom scale will be kinder to me than it was this morning. Tough love hurts.

Have a great day!