No small slip ups!

Wow! Let's just say that in this house, there are no small slip ups!

Ok, so I knew that yesterday was going to be a day of low burn. I sat, all day (and I mean ALL DAY) at the indoor play yard letting my daughter play. Yes, I could've jumped in and played with her, crawling through the structure, climbing, building...but you see my daughter has social issues. Ok, so they're probably not issues, yet, but I don't want them to turn into anything (since I think social anxiety runs in her family on her daddy's side). She doesn't have an issue in the world with adults, but you throw her in the mix with a few kids and she becomes clingy and shy and almost frightened. I'm a social butterfly, it's hard for me to understand shyness but I try to respect it. I try not to force things on her. BUT, when we get into situations that require child interaction (like parks and playgroups and story times) I insist she go play with the kids. "Momma's sitting right here, and I'm gonna watch you, and you can come over to talk to me whenever you want, but you must go play with the children." If I do this, and I stay back, she does real well interacting with kids. If I jump in a play with her, I'm like a life preserver and she doesn't even attempt treading water. She shuts the kids out and I become her playmate. And I can't have that. I know it seems like just another rationale or excuse, but I'm pretty set on this issue and it is what it is. So, I sat all day from 10:30am to 6pm. Like I said, ALL DAY!

No, I could've tried to offset the sitting by going to my class as I had planned. It was a late class and I had more than enough time to get there. But, I didn't go. I should've. Or at least the guilt makes me feel like I should have, but after boxing and waking up yesterday with my back tweaking a little (again) the Hubster talked me into taking it easy and not going to a class that is known to be full of lifting and squatting (my 2 biggest nemesis) and easing into exercising. Cause I'm sorta like that, all or nothing. I quit and become lazy beyond compare and then I dive in head first and am all gung-ho till I hurt myself. I saw his reasoning, it made sense, and since he always seems so smart to me, I took his advice. I stayed home.

But really, that's not what hurt me. Lunch, at 730 cals for next to no food was not good. Next time I'll have to pack a Slim-Fast or something. You're not supposed to bring in food or drinks, but I can't eat the kid food there and still maintain a low cal day. But even lunch didn't kill me. And surprisingly I did good all day. I didn't snack on the plethera of kid snacks. I had a No-Sugar added Mocha for less than 150 cals. But the problem came when it was after 7pm before I even got to think about eating, and having had so little food at lunch and no snack...I was in a bad way. And the only thing I could focus on was KFC food. KFC in and of itself isn't awful. But having 2 biscuits and 4 packs of the honey sauce (which is more HFCS than honey) and then a stupid parfait bucket on top (at 290 cals!!) it wasn't good. My only saving grace was that I don't eat the skin and batter. While my dh managed to only ingest 650 cals (skipping the biscuit, but eating the skin (which is 400 cals compared to the 150 for no skin) and having 2 potatoes instead of coleslaw) I managed to double that number. Dinner was over 1200 cals alone, putting me at a 700 calorie surplus for the day. SURPLUS! Meaning I ate that many more cals than I burned. Shameful. And not even worth it. And a great example of what happens when you get overly hungry.

Thankfully I'm still in a deficit for the week thanks to the awesome day I had on Monday. I'm dissapointed though that I've brought my average deficit WAY down for the week thanks to yesterday. But alas, today is a new day and I am moving forward.

Tonight my friend is going to the gym with me. The Hubster, being the most awesome husband ever, has agreed to watch her 2 kids on Wednesdays so that we can go to class together. So tonight we are going to Yoga first and then Zumba. In the past I have enjoyed Yoga, so I'm hoping this Yoga class will be fun, and not kill me so bad that I can't make it through Zumba. I like Zumba, a lot. Its confusing, but its a lot of fun and I don't feel like I'm going to die when I'm doing it, which is why I agreed to do two classes back to back. Tomorrow is Boxing and Spin, and I am very tempted to do both of those classes too, but we'll have to see. I have all of my calories planned out for the day, and we're going off to visit some friends this morning, so that'll keep me out of the pantry (as long as our hostess doesn't think she's Little Debbie!).

I'm excited for the day. That's a nice feeling. I'm not letting yesterday get me down. I tracked all of my calories, all 2504 of them, and that's a big step (tracking calories on an off day). I can feel Spring coming, in spite of the nasty snow on the ground. I am trying to stay focused and positive. Letting one bad day turn into a bad week is what keeps me down, and I am tired of being down.