I've been back to counting points for a week. My week didn't start out so great after having some of my pancakes that I normally make on Friday night *it's our breakfast for dinner night.* I wasn't exaggerating when I said that I was over by a lot. It wasn't 20 points, but it was at least 10 points over. Yikes!
So, after a week of hard work *and still dipping into my weeklies...not my activity points, but my weeklies*, I'm happy to report that I was down 1.8 this week at my morning weigh-in. When I say my weigh-in, it's just me...and the scale. I don't have anyone standing over me. Well...I do have my children standing in the room most often when I'm weighing myself. They don't really count though.
I'm sad that I haven't gotten in as much walking as I was in the prior month. It just hasn't been possible. I can walk with my shortest of the short people, but the older two don't like being 'held up' by me if I walk *and they ride*. And if I have them walk, there's lots of whining *yes, even from a 9 and 5 year old*. By the time hubby gets home, it's his time to run, and so I go without. I have walked twice this week. We have also taken a ride twice this week, so I'm not without any exercise, just not as much as I would like. On Monday, I'll be back into it with vigor! The oldest two are slated to get on the bus at 7:15 *or there abouts*. The shortest of my shorts will be in the jogger stroller ready to go when we walk them to the bus stop that morning. We'll be hitting the street as the bus pulls away. She loves going for walks with momma. She was with me when I did my first 10 mile walk. If it's a longer walk, she ends up conking out in the stroller. We'll see how she does on Monday. She may chat the whole way and that would be okay too.
I'm ready for a new week. A week from tomorrow, I'll be walking with my friend up Snowbowl for the American Cancer Society. I can't wait! It's about 7 miles up *and I mean up*. And believe you me, I'll be wearing my heart rate monitor to log every morsel. School starts. A new amount of crazy begins. Hubby and I are preparing ourselves for what could be some difficulty with our middle kiddo on homework. Deep breathing. In. Out. In. Out.
Are you hanging in there? Are you tweaking as necessary? Are you getting out and getting your move on?
*A shout out to Granny...I know you're reading...and I miss you! I hope all is well in your small neck of the woods. Are you hanging in there?*