Week one weigh in, or when not gaining anything is victory enough.

I only made it to the gym twice this week, and we ended up eating out twice, if for no other reason than laziness. The good news is, I did not gain any weight. The bad news is, I did not lose any either.

I'm comforting myself with the thought that at least I'm more aware of it than I have been in weeks past. The two restaurant dinners aside, I really considered whether or not I needed a snack when I reached for it. If I can just get off my butt and make it to the gym before I settle down with my recorded episodes of Chelsea Lately, I think this next week will go so much better.