I did not.
After two weeks of sad-sack woe is me posts, I realized I needed a break. My body needed a break, my brain needed a break.
I kept doing well with my breakfasts and lunches, but my dinners were awful (well, tasty. and bad for me). I did not walk at all. I did not track my calories. I'm sure they were through the roof. I didn't have any alcohol. So that's 2 of 3 goals that I stuck to.
I had planned to take off from the challenge between 10/19-10/21 to celebrate my anniversary. We were going to go away, but we ended up not. We did still ship the kid over to his grandparents because, lets face it, that's still kind of a vacation. I think in the last 24 hours I have eaten as much as I have over the last 11 years of marriage and I still have 24 more hours to go so I should weigh 4,893 pounds by Sunday. If I'm lucky.
This is short and sweet this week. I'm going for a spa day today with my lovely husband, then we're having Indian food tonight. The order of events was a conscious decision, you are very welcome, Spa Workers. I've done a considerable amount of sitting on my ass watching things since yesterday and intend to continue doing that. In fact, I'm going to go have a bowl of mashed potatoes for breakfast and get back to catching up on Children's Hospital.
On Monday I intend to beginning to kick ass again so that week 8, the final week, gets me back to that 10 pound goal.