Lunch was the norm only too much because I allowed my gramma to make it. No excuses of course. No one forced me to eat all the hummus and bread she piled on my plate along with the mission chips she laid out on the table. And certainly no one forced me to eat the ice cream she scooped out for me without asking first. But I ate it. Every bite of it.
I then proceeded to do 80 slow torturous squats and some of the routine I remembered from zumba while my girls napped and I watched the biggest loser burning at least 200 cals.
Tonight I'm going to Zumba toning where I will burn a minimum of 1000 cals but usually upwards of 1200 leaving me at a net intake (after my lean cuisine 250 cal dinner) of 1501 cals.
Things could have been worse. My eating could have been unredeemable but it could have... Should have been better.
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