I forgot to weigh in yesterday (I tried clothed, after breakfast, of course with a horrible result that doesn't count) so I did it this morning. 82.9kg. I am not happy with that at all. I didn't focus on my eating, but I did do some exercise. And after 3 weeks of no exercise, maintaining the same weight, I exercise and suddenly put on weight! And don't tell me muscle weighs more than fat, I didn't exercise enough for that! Urg.
I went to the gym this morning, to my favorite 50/50 class. I found it really tough, but got through it. All sweaty and exhausted, which is great.
The deal was if I went to the gym 4 times I wouldn't have to get up early. I managed to fulfil that. But I am still worried that it wasn't enough, I really need the group classes, and I plan to get up early on Tuesday (BodyPump) and Wednesday (BodyStep). Constantly revising my plans as I go.
I have already booked Aiden into creche for tomorrow morning.
I know the number on the scale isn't everything, and I should feel good that I am finally back into exercise after a 3 week hiatus, but that number makes me sad.
I started tracking food again yesterday, for the first time since my birthday. I went over my limit, even with my extra exercise calories. And then I ate 2 mint slice biscuits, after I was already over. Sigh.