It's not as bad as predicted

I don't know what happened a while back when I stepped on the scale and it showed a 10-pound gain because it's not nearly that bad, and thank goodness!!! I couldn't get myself to get back on the scale Tuesday, so it wasn't until Wednesday that I found out the full extent of the damage of the past few weeks. I weighed in at 221 pounds. Already today I was down to 220. I've been back on the wagon since Tuesday (with the exception of the occasional sugar cookie), so that's good.

I am, however, sore again after missing out on CrossFit for two weeks. Another lesson learned: don't skip CrossFit because then you're going to feel that pain you felt the first week all over again.

Today I've decided I'm tired of feeling guilty about not sticking 100 percent to my diet, so I'm going to start blaming everything on my fiance. First of all, you should know that he can't be left alone to feed himself. When left alone, his diet consists of Wendy's, Chick-fil-A, Whataburger, Burger King and Popeye's. While I can't get him to eat meals of baked chicken and avocado with me, I figure that at the very least cooking for him myself at least cuts SOME calories and saves money. I can occasionally get him to eat baked chicken. Of course, he eats it with mashed potatoes and garlic bread, but I'll take what I can get.

Anyway, I can handle all of that well enough, I may steal a chicken nugget here or there, but I can handle making him a separate dinner or lunch. The part that makes me struggle is when he wants the sweet stuff. I luv me some sweets. And he is constantly begging for apple pie, ice cream and sugar cookies. Sugar cookies are his favorite and they are almost always in constant supply for him (How can I say no to that sweet face? Adorable!). I don't even really like sugar cookies (I'm a chocolate chip girl), but because they are sweet and available, I often find myself munching on one at some point in the day.

Now, do you see how this is his fault and not mine? If it were up to me, there would be no sugar cookies to steal. I don't even really like them! I know I'm not alone, right? It's hard to eat what's good for you when everyone else around you is eating what tastes good to them. When I first started losing weight, my doctor asked me what the hardest thing about it was. I didn't even have to think about it. The fiance is No. 1 on the list. He's always asking for fast food. And if it's not fast food, it's sweets.

I'd hurt him if he weren't so darn cute when he's begging.