Dammit. Routine is the hardest thing to keep. I get a couple of good days and then fall right off of the wagon again. Today is a great example. Rain. No outside cardio for me, and I won't do it indoors because I am spoiled.
The return of my weight can easily be attributed to a weekend trip to Bear Lake and the associated eating like shit.
So, we'll get going again tomorrow (we = me and my love handles) or tonight if I am properly motivated.