I was a bit disappointed in myself and a bit relieved too. Considering the amount of food we ate (most of it being out) I totally expected to come home and see a whole 10 pounds or something gained in a little over ONE week. While I told myself I wasn't going to stress about it on vacation, I also tried to stay conscious of what and how much I was putting into my body.
I know that helped. A lot.
Before vacation I had lost a total of 20.4 pounds. I had barely made the 20 mark, but I was happy anyway because even if I did gain a few pounds back, I had reached one goal and I knew I could easily reach that goal again and then move on to the next.
As of today, I am ONE pound away from that current weight loss of 20.4 lbs. Monday was the first day that I really went back to eating completely healthy and consciously and even then, I had Skyline for dinner that night because Jeremy's mother fed us after we mowed their yard. (Side-note, those of you who do not have Skyline's are seriously missing out, although I'm a bit jealous that you don't have it to tempt you. Cincinnati chili will always be my demise!) Not to mention, it was almost 10 p.m. when we sat down for dinner. It had just been one of those days.
Still, I kicked ass this week at keeping up with MFP and staying under my calorie goals. I couldn't believe how fast the 3 pounds came off and I'm hoping that this last pound will be just as easy. Now to move on to the next 10. Bring it!
P.S. - When we got home from vacation and we both stepped on the scale, Jeremy had lost TWO pounds while we were away. He's lost almost 30 pounds now and he started dieting AFTER I did. I'm glad that he's doing this with me, but man, why can't it be that easy for me?!