It's me, not you....

Oh Blogger...I have been avoiding you. It's really not you it's me. I went off the rails and was afraid to own up to it.

Heck, I barely even read up on other blogs so that I wouldn't feel guilty for not posting. I have so much to catch up on!

Last week I had 4 days to train people who were not interested in taking my work portfolio on. I know that it's not the best work, but I kept it relatively in order and all pretty like. They could have at least tried to feign interest in learning what they were taking on. At the same time, I was trying to get my desk ready to take on my new role coming this Monday. I'm anxious to give it a start and dig myself into something new!

This week was vacation week. And I let myself down big time. No tracking. No exercising. Just blehness. And it's showing on the scale.

I've been doing things, though, so I don't want it to seem as though I've plopped myself on the couch and no moving. I'm in the middle of redecorating our livingroom and moving it from one room in the house to another. Taking down our current games room, picking out colors and getting a start on painting. My butt and arms are feeling that, ha ha.

And on a down note, my Great Uncle Freddy passed away yesterday after a lengthy battle with lung and bowel cancer. He had a great life and lived through so much. A man who can survive contracting malaria in Africa while fighting in a war definitely gets a hats off. The end took its toll on Freddy and I didn't go to say a final goodbye. I want to remember Freddy as being the funny, laughing man who was usually smiling when not talking.

Can I just say here that this is enough? Things happen in threes and I believe that I've had my fill for the year of people passing away from cancer. It's just not fair :(

There's more drama in the family life, too and I didn't fight enough for myself this week to make my health a priority. With the routine starting again on Monday, I'm going to make sure that I do it right and well.

Thanks for stopping by. And I'm whipping myself back into shape. Lord help me tomorrow morning on the scale!

Nummers and Numbers

So I'm in Onederland and I'm lovin' it. I've shared it with a number of people at work who know and support my weight loss efforts. We have such an amazing gang who are following WW and getting themselves into a better form of lifestyle.

And while I have hit this milestone and am amazed at how far I have come...I still can't get a grip on some of the plagues in my life. Emotional eating and self sabotage. These things I am putting in the same basket of things to work on.

My eating hasn't been the best this week, going over my Daily Points and nearly finished all of my Weekly Points. This is far from the determined girl from last week who had only a fraction of WP's used.

Saturday: Judy's funeral. Mom and I had to travel to Truro for this and I prepared by packing water (I drank 2L at least) and some healthy snacks. The snacks were forgotten for the most part in favour of the cheeseburger and sweet potato fries we  had when we arrived. I could have and should have ordered the grilled shrimp salad. But I chose the burger and fries. I also had half of an iced cap on the way home.

Sunday: Burger for lunch. Though not too bad since it was only 3 points for the burger, but, still...I had one the night before!!! And then...BBQ chicken nachos I made for supper. 12 Points...but at least I put it together and could control that, but still....

Monday: Got a new job at work. Yay! Pizza and garlic fingers to celebrate. WTF?????

Tuesday: Steak for supper. Oh lord.

So this morning I woke up at 5:30, stumbled down the stairs and worked out with my EA Active. Same story for tomorrow morning and Friday.

The scale is up one pound this morning. It's still under 200lbs, but not by much. Self sabotaging has got to stop here and now and I'm the only one who can do it.

Wish me luck! It's cake day at work. Arrrgghhhh......