So, I step on the scale today at the gym.
Expecting the worst.
I mean...seriously...with three and a half weeks of no gym, not so great eating, Christmas and New Year's Eve eating on top of all of that. I figure I'll see a 3 or 4 pound gain. At least.
And so I step on the scale and...
I weigh exactly the same as I did before the holidays.
Is this some kind of Christmas/New Year miracle? I say as much to Chris when I get home.
"I we exactly the same as I did before the holidays! I mean..wwwhhhaaa???"
"Well," he replies, "you have been sick and not eating very much over the last few weeks."
"I know, but what I have been eating hasn't been so great!"
So, it would appear that I have been given some kind of gift - perhaps a metabolism that has sped up a bit? And I'm not going to waste it by continuing to slide further into "not-so-great-eating."
I walked a brisk two miles on the treadmill to celebrate my no-gain. Chris and I are going out to our favorite Mexican restaurant with friends this evening and we've already made our plan of attack: we each get a salad and then split an order of chicken fajitas. Reasonable, yet delicious!
Life is good, folks. Woohoo!