Anyone who follows my lamentations on twitter or face may have noticed that last week I took a fugidinha the daily diet.

What happens is that I was there all innocent thinking that no one would give me chocolate at Easter. Literal sweet deception. Already on Good Friday, my mother presented me with a super basket full of chocolates of all kinds and brands, had bis, twix, talent, lipstick, confetti, dream waltz, white gold, alpine and SWEETENER. Yes! My sister had the bright idea to put a sweetener in the basket to give a zuadinha with my face. But obviously no sweetener in the world could compensate for the calories this much chocolate, right?

Doing the best at this moment puts you in the best place for the next moment.

When I arrived at my mother, more chocolate! This time rs half eggshell filled with fudge stuffed inside.

On Saturday I woke up happily thinking that would occupy my time writing blog. And when I tried to turn on the computer nothing! Did not care. Tried to load and hung himself. Hence the stress and anxiety was a thousand, afraid of losing my files, my photos, the photos mussum tiny (add a bit of TPM it all) ... I spent the entire Easter holiday tormenting my dear husband, and even gave one mourned unnecessary . lol

With all that nervous and all that chocolate I swear I held myself how I could. But on Easter Sunday could not stand it and ate too many sweets, each one different from the other. There was no way.

For the damage did not turned a disaster with a small bag of candy and my mother gave to her husband go eating, also hid a few chocolates in a closet that is difficult to achieve and to cast off during the week I was bringing the candy basket Chocolate and distributing gradually with company colleagues. Every day was a little group presented. And I gave myself the luxury of eating a candy only a day before the gym (this time I allowed myself). But chocolate is so, you go without eating and not eating but if you miss one, there will attack and it seems that you can not live without a piece a day.

Anyway, I was going to like this week. As I tried to make these chocolates of the week, but for more than compensate knew it would not be enough because of the abuse on holiday.

To help had to go get a cable in Sta Iphigenia, to recover my files before formatting my computer, then on the second post-Easter was not in the gym.

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When I weighed myself last week marked the balance 55.6 kg. 500 grams of injury. Did not want to write here because I was stressed out and come here to say that I gained perhaps left me more upset.

So I went back to normal feeding (without this bunch of sweet) gradually. I rested a bit, because oddly enough was super tired holiday. Wanted to go run on the weekend, but I preferred dencansar well to begin this week better than another.

During this week I focused on simply reducing this loss, I would have cleared, but I knew that it might not be possible.

So today I went on the scale and she scored 55.4 kg. 300 grams more than before Easter.

But I'm not upset. I think what I ate and stopped eating despite not having been enough to lose weight was not absurd. I think these are things that can happen and has to learn to deal.

The only thing is I can not let this become my routine but never reach my goal ...

I have a wedding in May and I want to lose 2 pounds over there ... I think it will be a way to push me a bit. Sometimes getting too loose to no avail.

Oh, it also has a cool thing, now officially: DID MY REGISTRATION FOR GRAACC!! Ehhhh, I'm happy to run again. One more than 10! Already started to get anxious.

Well that's it. Now I just have reasons to concentrate on diet and exercise. I have the race and marriage have to be skinny in two! To rock the race and beat my previous time out in beautiful wedding photos.

So Simbora!

Kiss, kiss, kiss for marriage