To be honest, I was glad to have only gained a pound. I did well during the week, and even did OK most of the weekend. Friday G and I did a long walk-run, and Saturday we spent a good couple hours walking around the neighborhood with guests, so at least we were active. And while I ate some pretty serious food, we didn't eat, like, piles of french fries and pizza or anything. Or dessert, really.
About midway through the weekend I decided to just eat what looked good and not stress about the consequences. This is the first time in the six weeks that I've done that--there have been days when I've gone over my points, but I still tracked everything that went into my mouth and attempted to account for it. Sunday I just ate what I felt like, which apparently included buffalo wings. While it may not have been the best choice, I think that at certain points it can be helpful for the long run to indulge cravings.
Now I'm back on track, with a solid Monday and a good gym session under my belt. Onward.
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