I think I've got something of a diet death wish happening right now.
I had to fight the battle of the delicious, carb-laden munchies this weekend, and the carbs won.
Wine and cheese and crackers on Friday. Chips and salsa at lunch Saturday. And then, my daughter surprised me for her birthday dinner Saturday night. I was expecting she would choose to dine at her favorite Japanese restaurant...
...but instead, she asked us to take her to Johnny Rockets for classic burgers and shakes.
It's a modern take on a 50's diner, so you CAN order a decent salad there. I wish I could say I did that. But all I could see on the menu was the patty melt.
I used to love patty melts. It's been years since I've had one.
I ordered mine with turkey instead of beef, and had the side salad instead of the fries. And have stuck almost exclusively with Lindora diet products ever since.
Even so, when I finally got on the scale today, I weighed in at 138.4. So I'm back to being 10 POUNDS over my target.
I even spent 40 minutes on the elliptical on Sunday (so have exercised four out of seven days each of these two weeks). I missed yesterday (finally worked on my taxes!) and am on my way back to the health club now. I'm trying to work myself up to that magical one hour per day of aerobic activity, which is apparently what I need to maintain my weight. I'm hoping that by combining that with reduced calories, I can nip all of this in the bud.
But I'm not feeling very encouraged. It's hard to find that kind of time for workouts... and it's even harder to do it every single day, seven days a week.
That doesn't mean I shouldn't try. I'm trying.
