Of course, I didn't do myself any favors yesterday evening when I stopped at Taco Bell after work. I felt really stressed out last night, and I succumbed to the urge to eat a Fiesta Burrito. I'm ashamed, and I later acted on my shame by doing 45 minutes on the bike at the gym after church. Hopefully that mitigated the damage a little bit.
I've been off-balance all week. I tried to eat well while I was down in Houston, but I know my protein intake was lower and my sodium intake much higher than it should have been, and even with the volleyball game Saturday night I don't know that I got as much exercise as I would have had I been at home. Eating out for lunch Tuesday and Wednesday didn't help matters either, and my evening schedule has made cooking dinner at home at a reasonable hour difficult.
Nevertheless, the next milestone on this journey is in sight and I'm reasonably confident that sooner or later I'll reach it. But it's frustrating to have been so close for this long without being able to get there.