Home again

I didn't look like too much of a cow in the new bikini -- yes, I splurged on something that made me look like I had boobs. Ate relatively little -- almost no snacking on junk food, which I gave up for Lent -- drank more than usual but nothing to accessive except maybe one night. I jumped rope, did water exercises, walked along the beach, so I got exercise in. I got on the scale a few days after I came home and it read 134 1/2, three pounds less than when we left.

It's been hard getting back into the swing of things coming back. I've been to the gym twice. I haven't been to my kickboxing class in over a month and I'm not sure I'll get there tonight. It's be almost solid work for me since coming home. I shouldn't be writing here, either, but I'm having trouble jumpstarting myself today. It is going to be a long night of writing.

Nothing

Nothing. That's what I've done lately. Nothing. I'm eating less and other than today, which was a weird day, am not snacking at all. But I see no change on the scale.

I get so frustrated, and I know I shouldn't. I've been feeling stressed lately. I wonder if the stress has something to do with it.

On top of it all, I need to find a new coffee cup. Just one more thing to do. Do you know how hard it is to find the perfect coffee cup? I had the perfect coffee cup, but it cracked and now leaks. It's hard to get a good start to your day when your coffee is dripping on your lap.