Beach Blanket Blues

*sigh*

I thought I was doing great. Why do I let this scale rule my world?

Last week, I went to the beach at Treasure Island, Fla., with my mom, two sisters, my three kids and two nephews. Our two condos were on the third floor of the complex, so we were up and down stairs several times a day. I was thinking, "Hey, my ass is going to look SLAMMIN' when I get home!"

We also swam in the ocean once a day and hit the pool in the afternoons. Plenty of exercise, right? I didn't pig out on chips or snack all day long.

Okay, so how in the hell did I end up coming home almost 5 lbs heavier than I did when I left? Huh? Can someone PLEASE explain that to me?

I know, I know...it's not the end of the world. But, damn it! I feel like I constantly take two steps forward and four back on this weight loss/fitness journey.

I need to go cry now. I am sure I'll feel better when I relieve that stress.

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