I have fallen and I can't get up.
I did great on the cleanse . . . controlled myself, followed directions, etc. Then, I had a series of very busy days, followed by the arrival of company (two teenage girls), followed by more extremely busy days and . . . when I do not plan ahead, I fail.
For instance, I have a large bag of romaine lettuce in the fridge--you know, the one you get from Costco? And all I need to do it clean it so I can have salads for lunch (that's my preferred lunch) and I haven't had time (I haven't MADE time) to do that . . . and I can't even fit a prepared salad into my crowded fridge (it's very small) and so I'd need to clean it out so I'd have a place for the salad. And so it goes.
Excuses, excuses. Some valid, some lame.
On a positive note, I have noticed a real improvement in my fitness since I started walking 30 rather hilly minutes each day (walking the dog). I had to go up and down stairs over the weekend (at a lacrosse tournament) and didn't notice myself getting out of breath--and I definitely noticed a difference at the beach the other day. There's a set of stairs to go down to the beach and it wasn't so long ago that climbing that set of stairs would leave me gasping for air.
I won't even tell you how bad my eating choices were today, lest hearing about it causes you to think, "Yum, I want that." That's how it is for me, sometimes. I am going along, minding my own business and see a food or hear about it and think I MUST HAVE __________________.
Okay, this is not the end. This is just a bump in the road. Get it together, Mel!