Biggest Loser: Week 11

Previous weight: 143
Current weight: 146

I knew it was coming. I've had a hard couple of weeks. I was really, really down. It started with Nathan's birthday. Three birthday celebrations in one week plus a practice round of baking cake pops meant way too many eaten calories on my end. Also, Nathan's birthday really made me miss Corey. Like, bad. It was just something that a dad shouldn't miss and it really put me in a downward spiral. On top of that, I only made it to the gym twice that week because of sick little Nora. She was much, much better but would still cough once in awhile and when she did, it sounded horrible. I knew I'd had a bad week so I weighed myself just for me last Saturday to see how much work I needed to do to make up. Um, yeah, it was bad. This actually only made me more depressed to know that I'd thrown away so much hard work in just a few days time. Then I was thinking that maybe there's more to it... this might be TMI, but I still haven't started since Nora's been born and I was actually feeling what seemed like similar symptoms from what I remember of this lovely monthly gift (it has been quite awhile since I've experienced it) and I wonder if I had gained a little water weight? Hormones do affect that, don't they? Anyway, I still had sort of a bummer week. Missing Corey, missed another day at the gym because Nathan had a fever, missing Corey... I was feeling super burned out. Exhausted on so many levels. Wanting to throw in the towel and just call it quits for good. I was done with exercising. Done with eating healthy. Done with Corey being gone. Done with doing all of this by myself. Then, I strained my feet while running on Wednesday and on Thursday I could hardly walk. This made it not easy at all to work out. I did my best. My feet still hurt a little today. I'm hoping having another day off tomorrow will help. Yesterday, Nathan had a field trip at Willow Park in Logan. Getting out and doing something fun and in the sun and seeing friends was just what the doctor ordered. The kids were angels that day. We had fun. We went to Subway after. Both kids ate great. We got home and my in-laws, last minute, ended up taking Nathan out to dinner with them. I went to my Bunco group last night. Nora was even cooperative there. When I got home, I got to talk to Corey for a minute (he's been in the field all week long and we haven't been able to really talk at all, just text a little). The whole day was good. I felt better last night. Then at the gym this morning, I was given a boost from all my friends there who are all just so darn supportive. I've made a new 2 week long exercise/eating plan that will hopefully get me down those last pounds. There are only 2 weeks left of biggest loser, 1 more weigh-in. There are only 2 weeks left until Corey gets home (as of yesterday). The last weigh-in is the day after he gets home. Only. 2. Weeks. I know that if I stay focused (and if my kids don't get sick again. seriously...), I can get to my goal. I'm feeling good today. Motivated again. Rejuvenated again. Excited again.

Thank you for reading my rant. The ups and downs of life... that's what you get with me, I guess.