It started Thursday when we went out to Umami Burger. I had been craving a burger all week and had been planning to go after my weigh-in. I ordered a burger...and fries...and onion rings. Ummm what?!?
Then on Friday, we went to a David Bowie tribute band concert where I drank countless Jameson and Cokes (yup, regular Coke) and ate an enchilada plate at 1am. Yowza.
This continued into Saturday when we ordered a large pizza accompanied with chicken tenders and french fries...because you can't eat pizza without ummmm french fries, right?
Annnnnnnd finally, I closed things out with a huge plate of garlic noodles and potstickers Sunday night at the Asian fusion joint in our neighborhood.
I weighed myself on Monday morning (as I always do to check weekend damage) and I was up 5.4 lbs since my Thursday weigh-in. I really just wanted to give up on the week, chalk it up to a loss, and skip my meeting.
I told myself no. I told myself I still had 3.5 days before my weigh-in. I still had half the week to make it right. So I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and I got back on track right that second. I planned dinners. I went to the store. I made healthy lunch choices. I drank a TON of water. I wasn't perfect for the rest of the week (I may have eaten a donut on Tuesday when I went to the buy a Powerball ticket), but I tracked everything and stayed under my points.
So here I was today, about the step on the scale, not knowing what to expect, but I still felt proud that I had done my best. What do you know? I managed a loss. A measly 0.6 lb loss, but still a loss.
It felt good knowing I took control and didn't let my weekend slip become a week-long slide. A slide that would have surely resulted in a big gain.
Here's to another great week, my lovelies! Keep on keepin' on!
Here's to another great week, my lovelies! Keep on keepin' on!
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