All good things must come to an end.

So, as you may remember, I've been on vacation for a week at the beach.  Miss me?

I had a great time.  Probably the best vacation with my family ever.  I played with my kids, visited with my family (the jolly green giants), hung out with my boyfriend, wore a bikini the entire time that I was at the beach/pool and was perfectly fine with it (though, admittedly, I was conscious of making sure to tighten my abs while I was walking around... Hey, it's progress....).

Sometimes it loves me...
Sometimes, not.

I ate whatever I wanted.  Chocolate chip cookies (compliments of Mom), chocolate cupcakes (which I made for the Munchkin's birthday party), Key Lime Pie (hey, we were in FL.... It's a requirement), ice pops, ice cream and french fries with meals...

When I got on the scale this morning, I was fully prepared to have gained 5 lbs.  I was ready for it.  I had resigned myself to the number.  I figured I might have even gained more.

And I didn't want to know.

And I feel like crap this morning.  I have a cold.  I've got my period.  And at some point, I've thrown my back out, so I'm not able to go to the gym today.  WAH!!!

But I decided that it was better to face the truth than to keep avoiding it.  Because, as I've learned, pretending that it's not there doesn't actually cause you to lose weight.

So, I took a deep breath and got on the scale.  I had the +5 lb number set in my head and looked straight ahead until the scale settled....


I looked down....

And was SHOCKED!

I've actually lost half a pound.  WHAT???

I got off the scale and started over (figuring that it was a mistake).  Nope.  Half a pound....

**happy dancing around the room**

OUCH!  Remember, I threw my back out... Dancing = bad.

Maybe it's the world's way of telling me that I shouldn't feel badly about skipping the gym today.  But I"m back on the straight and narrow...  Because there's a whole beach season to go.  Besides, I like feeling better about my body...

Missed y'all.

Just Keep Coming Back.