It's Memorial Day weekend.
A weekend we remember those who fought and died for our country.
A weekend we visit and reminisce about our departed loved ones.
A weekend that kick-starts summer.
A weekend full of food.
BBQ, hamburgers and hot dogs, corn on the cob, ice cream, homemade root beer, creamy, puffy, sugary, starchy salads, and junk food galore.
I am scared.
Scared that I will give in and surrender to Memorial Day weekend and gain right back the 10.6 pounds I have lost over the last two weeks.
I can't let this weekend take me down.
We have traveled out of town to be with family. In my family, as with most families I assume, family time=eating.
I am going to do my best to load my plate with green salad and veggies instead of the starchy salads and carbs. I'll stick to the no pop rule I have placed on myself. I will avoid the late night goodies of popcorn, ice cream sundaes, and candies.
I feel like I am under attack and it's all on the home front.
I'm not going to lie; it's gonna be hard. To watch all my skinny siblings and their skinny spouses and the skinny kids eat all that junk while I munch away on carrot sticks. I might cry a bit. But hopefully I'll be crying with joy when I see more success on the scale Monday morning.
Gotta keep that in mind...
P.S. I can't seem to make it past 4 days of working out in a row. I'm already at 4 this week. tomorrow would be 5. I think I am really going to stick it to holiday temptation by going for a good long walk tomorrow.