Since the surprise invasion visit of my parents, I have gained some weight. Not a whole lot but enough to turn fits/smidge loose to smidge tight.
The drinking and eating out are the cause. I know that. Also lack of regular exercise. But I got a full blown shock when I brought the scale home with me. The numbers tell me that the last 5 pounds I was trying to shake have now upped the ante to 15. ugh.
So back on the wagon with this girl. Buckling down on booze and food like the gestapo. Must commence operation awake before dawn to fit in exercise. Some how I must not become sleep deprived.
Must get back to fighting weight. At a minimum, shake off those 10 lovely pounds that jumped on my ass since the invasion.
I know what I need to do. Now I just need to get myself 100% committed to seeing it thru.