Dreading tomorrow AM...

This past week-end I did not fair so well on the "healthy lifestyle front." On Friday I felt the need to celebrate my follicle with Via Tribunali pizza, a glass of wine and a few bites of hazelnut gelato. I wanted to relive Italy when we were enjoying each other's company and not thinking about getting pregnant. It wasn't until we returned from Italy that we started getting more news about my lady business and how it apparently likes to take really long breaks, vacations and sick days. Saturday was tough with a wedding and a high school reunion and GIANT sized Coronas beckoning my call. Sunday was spent with relatives which means you just sit around and eat. Now I did try to make good choices and to not over stuff myself. I just didn't get my fitness in as I need to. I felt really crampy all last week from Clomid and bad belly sick from the Metformin.

Tonight I met my trainer in a very blustery weather evening and it was hard. Like I felt so bloated that I didn't think I could run. Then I pulled my ass muscle and had serious cramps/drama with that. Thank God Chrissy and I are buddies as this could have been embarrassing. I was in trouble for not doing my homework, which was to run 2x last week and to work on my self-esteem. I'm slowly working on this, but it is a work in process.

Tomorrow I have to get on that big scale in the morning and see the damage. I can't blame "Week 2" of my more than likely no success and possibly a set back. Food is my outlet and I chose this too many times. My trainer had a good point tonight. She told me to be positive, to realize this is my time to get healthy for pregnancy and me; to not focus on weight loss but to focus on health. Sure, that's great, but I want to get back to the size I was when I met Kent. I only need to lose one dress size, but it seems to be taunting the crap out of me.

Here's to what lies ahead tomorrow and a new day!