There Was a Little Girl

who had a little curl (or really straight hair without a kink in it)

right in the middle of her forehead (or not so much...you get the idea).

And when she was good, she was very very good.

But when she was bad, she was horrid.

This is SO me. 

Good.  Bad.  Good.  Bad.  There's no middle ground with me it seems.  I'm either up or down, right or wrong, on Plan, or so not on Plan at all.

This week has been a roller coaster of on and off, good and bad.  It started off good, got bad, got really bad (darn you Sonic and Dairy Queen!), and then leveled off to good again.

I'm hoping that I'll at least break even this weekend.  No gain, please, please no gain!

But, I know that we reap what we sew....so, I'll live with it.

Right now I'm trying to get back into the groove.  A few days of not counting points and writing every thing down has caused complete havoc.  That affects my food choices, and that affects my decision to work out, or skip the exercise all together, and that in turn, affects further eating choices.  It's all a very vicious cycle.  I've been trying to break out of this rut for the past couple of days and get my rear to the gym.

I know that if I take the time to exercise, that I will likely make better eating choices, and will then be more likely to track what I eat more carefully.  Yesterday, however, I went to the gym and HORROR OF HORRORS, realized my iPod's battery was completely out of juice.  I totally wanted to just go home right then and skip the whole thing.  No iPod means no mind-numbing, hypnotic-state inducing, TV watching, which is SO what I need to get through exercise of any length. 

But I was already there.  I was dressed.  I'd changed my socks for goodness' sake!  I wasn't about to leave without doing at least something.  15 minutes, I told myself.  I can stay for 15 minutes and then I'll go home.

17 minutes later, I realized that I'd missed the 15 minute mark.  "Okay....we can make it to 20."  At 22 minutes, I again realized that I hadn't paid enough attention and had missed my stopping point.  I was going up a "hill" on the elliptical, or I would have stopped right then.  Then I noticed I'd burned almost 350 calories.  Okay, at 350 I'll stop, I thought.  You totally know what happened.

At 375 calories, I decided to just go for the full 30 minutes.  Why the heck not.  It was a struggle.  I had to make due with the tiresome closed-captioned news for the whole time, but I made it.  And I was proud that I did.

But just so you know, my iPod is fully juiced, and I'm not about to let that little mishap happen again.