Back on the wagon

I made a decision last night. My sister's wedding is just over 9 weeks away. Hold on, I stopped breathing there for a second. Let me say that slower. Nine ... weeks ... away. Crap.

I've been losing the weight loss battle for the better part of the last 5 years. Always the skinny girl I then had kids. To recap, it was 3 boys in the span of 18 months time. Now that my two youngest are now 3, I don't think I can call this a post baby bump any longer.

At the start of this summer I was doing so good. I'd been going to the gym for a good month or so and I started on Herbalife shakes twice a day that an old suitemate of mine from college was selling. I had Finally started losing inches from my stomach, and a little bit of weight.

Then I don't even know what happened. I fell off the wagon. I stopped going to the gym (period) in favor of taking the boys to the beach and sitting on my rear. I wasn't consistent with the shakes. I gained what I had worked hard to lose back plus a few pounds extra, without overeating by any means. Add that with some huge stressors this summer and here I am. With 9 weeks till my sisters wedding and a bridesmaid dress to squash myself into as the Maid of Honor.

I looked at myself in the photos from the bridal shower this past weekend and all I could see, was my stomach. So last night I told myself it was time to get back on that wagon. I got up this morning, drank my shake, dropped the big guy off at pre-K and then took the twins to the gym with me. 40 minutes on the treadmill WITH INCLINES and i did nearly 3 miles.

Then I sort of fell back off the wagon forgoing my lunch shake for a slice of turkey lunchmeat, some trail mix (did i mention there were m&m's in it?) and ... 2 spoonfulls of vanilla frosting.

Don't judge me.

I did drink lots of water today, and had some nice baked chicken breast and carrots and corn for dinner. And then my husband and I took the kids to the track and walked 2 more miles. And? I'm still drinking water.

I know, I know. I realize the crap I ate at lunch cancelled out my workouts. Son of a b. I just have to keep reminding myself... 9 more weeks. I want to look adorable (with a semi flat stomach) in that gorgeous jackie o dress i picked out.

Which brings me back to... holy crap, I have 9 weeks!