I have to make a confession.
I thought getting married wasn't going to be a big deal.
I figured the wedding would just be a giant party, a piece of paper, an awesome trip and then life as usual.
I figured once the whirlwind of planning and traveling was over we would settle back into our routine and I'd be able to jump back into a diet plan feet first.
So far it just hasn't happened it's been over a month and I'm still struggling to catch up. Thank you notes, the name change, household chores, bills, IOU's (to pay back), work, parties it just hasn't stopped.
The two weeks of our trip to Vegas and London, I did not track, I didn't not watch what I ate, I drank like a fish, I did not take my diet medication.
We walked everywhere.
The first weigh in back home, I weighed the same as I did when we left.
The two weeks following I gained 12 pounds.
Me & The Big Guy October 2 @ our San Antonio Party
I'm honestly feeling a little ashamed, a little disheartened, hell even a little depressed. I should have this. I've done so much already. Yet, I just can't seem to find my groove again. This is why I've been slow to comment on blogs or respond to emailed questions. It's like I've got a giant to-do list swirling around inside my head and my health/blog isn't even on it.
I need a butt kicking...who's up for the job?