The happy part of the puzzle

Hey! Remember last week? Operation Do-Over? Wasn’t that a great idea?

Yeah.

Except that the day before my mother-in-law arrived for a visit*, which meant lots of other family arrived. And what is it about family gatherings that collects food? Everything was thrown out of whack. Meals morphed into massive feed-a-thons. Ice cream was indulged in. Workouts were missed.

And then! Over the weekend! MIR was here! Although we might have chosen to emphasise the fact that we actually went to my gym and worked out on Saturday, after which we virtuously sipped smoothies (with KALE in them), we also went out for fondue. Multiple courses of fondue. And wine.

The next day we had to shake off the effects of the all that indulgence, so the next day we went to a food festival. No, really. It was genius.

And then Mir LEFT us, even though I was charming enough to puke the morning she was supposed to leave and then make my husband drive her to the airport while I went back to bed. (Don’t you just want to visit me now? DON’T YOU?) (Oh, and it was nothing, just a migraine. I managed to soldier on and eat my share of the traditional Labor Day charred food products. And homemade ice cream. Gah.)

And THEN my mother-in-law came back for a few more days. She went home this morning. So there was more meals out and schedule weirdness.

My point here is that all my great plans did not exactly come to fruition. And by “not exactly” I mean “not even a little bit.” Let’s review, shall we?

1 – weight training, 3 days a week. Instead, how about once last week? That was good, too.

2 – cardiovascular exercise, 5 days a week. Or, you know, twice. Awesome.

3 – starting tomorrow, I track my eating on FitDay. Or I could completely forget this one.

So do you want to know how that worked out for me? Can you guess?

I lost one pound.

Go figure that one, huh? The best explanation I can come up with is that I was pretty active, going to the zoo and the festival and berry picking. And although I didn’t track my eating, I did try to be reasonable and stop before I was over-full (fondue night excepting. That was beautiful, beautiful madness). I was reasonably balanced and healthy, and I guess that really is a good thing.

Most of all, though, I think that I was hanging out with people I love, and that makes me happy. And being happy is good for everything, weight loss included.

So from here on out, I’m going to try again on last week’s rules. Tomorrow is a new day. Again. I’m going to keep trying harder (and apparently drink two cups of water before each meal. Thanks, Gray!). I believe that I am making progress, and I’m keeping at it.

Plus, I think Mir should come back next weekend. That would totally seal the deal.

*please do not read that as “ugh, my mother-in-law.” I love that woman. I want to be her when I grow up.