Lost weekend

I can not remember the last time I actually lost weight on the weekends. It usually seems like I do great during the week and then end up eating to much and not working out enough on the weekends. It always feels like two steps forward and one back.

But this weekend I actually did it!  I lost .75 over the two days. It's not a ton compared to during the week. But it's good. And I know as I get closer to my goal weighs I will go down less and less each day. I was still giving in to the 1 treat a day, which I think is pretty good still. I haven't bought any junk food for more than a week. I wasn't really tracking my food/calories over the weekend. I was just trying to make sure I never stuffed myself.  I kept to my Insanity workouts - Pure Cardio is evil! And I even went dancing on Saturday night while the BF watched football. I only succumbed to 1 beer because even though it was higher calories than a vodka and club soda, but I knew that I'd drink more of those so in the long run I was probably getting the same number of calories, with less alcohol and cheaper.

I haven't been doing great getting my morning workouts in. Mostly because I've been staying with the BF alot of nights. He's leaving for Africa in February and will be vising his parents, and looking for a place to live before then. So I'm trying to see as much of him as I can while he's here. Thankfully, keeping a healthy calorie limit and doing the Insanity workouts seems to be working.  But I do want to move it to the AM so I can do yoga in the evening sometimes.

I have been really proud of myself this week. Yes, I could do better. There were some cookies on a few days that I didn't need to eat. A few crackers and cheese at night that weren't necessary. And a two drinks that could have been just club soda and lime. But the fact is the scale went down. I've stuck with my workouts, and I don't feel deprived, or like a failure. So, I'm going to chalk this week up as a win!

@ Kitty & Miranda - Thanks for the comments guys. Deciding not to move in with the BF was hard choice. It makes sense financially and it would definitely be easier to live with him in a brand new city. Plus, I love him, and I would love to live with him. But, I had to stick to my guns and choose the harder option because it's the right one for me. Thankfully he totally understood and it was an easier conversation to have than I first thought.  My plan is to move when ever I get a job, but hopefully by May.