Just Say No...to the Pop Tarts

It's Wednesday...that means it's time for me to weigh in!

Last week: 205 pounds

This week: 206 pounds

GAIN: 1 pound

And this is the part where I tell you my excuses. I had my skin cancer surgery last week and it went well. My face still kind of hurts...not sure if that's normal....I go in this morning to have the stitches removed so I'll ask. The first day...I had a hard time eating. And then I wanted to eat everything. TOM showed up a week early and my daughter had a fever all weekend. I did a lot of stress eating.

And I bought a box of Strawberry Frosted Pop Tarts. Have you had these? I grew up eating them and they are like CRACK to me. I pass them in the store all the time, telling myself that I can't have them. If I buy a box...I somehow find myself eating them all in a matter of hours days.  Of course, I was hiding them from my family...behind the Vodka.  But yesterday I broke down after my kids refused to eat breakfast and I gave them each one.

You should have seen it.  My daughter....so smart and inquisitive, asked me what this delicious pasty was called and wanted to know what the white stuff was.  I told her all about the sugary goodness and she said 'mmmmm....I really like this'.  Well, of course you do....it's baby crack!  I fed my babies CRACK!

This week, I got an email from the gal I took the ZUMBA class from.  She is closing up shop. I told Big Pappa about it over dinner and he reminded me that he didn't think I could do it.  I corrected him and informed him that the only reason I didn't go again was because of the cost.  It was $8 per class and if I went once a week, that was almost $40 a month.  I told him I'd rather join a gym for that kind of money. He tried to tell me that gym memberships are much more than that and I disagreed. SHOCKING!   I told him it couldn't be more than $40 because I used to belong to a gym and I'm sure I paid around $30 a month.  To prove him wrong...I called Golds Gym and inquired about a membership.

That is when I found out they are having a heck of a sale right now and I could join for just $35 a month.  This place has a pool, an indoor track, daycare and classes.  I got a little bit excited thinking maybe I could join.  And then...Big Pappa said no.

He has good reasons.  When would I go? Daycare is only free for family memberships ($65) so I would have to go in the evening.  It's 7pm by the time everyone arrives home, eats and I clean up the kitchen.  7pm is when I generally crash into a heap on the couch with a glass of wine or a Skinny Cow.  And I already have a home gym...in my basement.  I have an elliptical machine and a weight machine.  So maybe he's right..

I guess it was pretty telling when the membership guy I talked to asked if I wanted to come down right then and there (7:30pm) to check it out and have a free workout and I told him I couldn't because I was watching The Biggest Loser.  But do you know what happens when someone tells me that I can't do something?  It makes me what it more and it makes me what to eat ice cream.....

So last week ended up being a lazy week.  I didn't even think about exercising.  The chances of me going for runs in the cold, dark air...have blown away like the leaves on the trees.  Plus, my little community has turned into a hot bed of crime.  Our local PD is on twitter and they report all of the crime...it's made me feel a little unsafe since many of these robberies are happening between 5-7am.  SCARY!

This week....my goal is to GET UP and use my elliptical machine 3 times. (Thursday, Monday, Wednesday) And to NOT buy anymore Pop Tarts.

Please join me for Friday Fashion Motivation! The theme is Halloween costume!  WOOT!

EDITED: I just returned from the Dr. and I can't believe this...but they didn't get it all and she had to recut my incision, remove MORE tissue and re-stitch it.  I have 5 more stitches now.  I'm so irritated because I have to go back in a week and my husband is out of town next week.   I really wanted to put this all behind me....