Monday, February 28, 2011
I had a slip this weekend. Well a slip would actually be an understatement. I binged on Sunday. It makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about it. I went to a bachelorette this weekend and I knew I wasn't going to track on Saturday. I had been looking forward to this weekend for months so I have been really pushing myself lately. The scale has been proof. I have lost 14.4 pounds since Christmas. Saturday came and I packed a sensible lunch knowing full well I would not be sensible for the rest of the evening. It was glorious. I was probably well within my calories, but mountains over my sodium. The plan was to pick right back up on Sunday with my routine.
Well Whataburger ruined that plan. Okay, okay. I ruined that plan. Sunday I came home and knew I was losing control. All the things I have been worrying about came rushing in and I began to eat. First it started with the leftovers I had prepared to avoid a binge. I didn't stop there. I had countless dipped pretzels, chips, lunchmeat, heath bars, and probably some other things I don't remember. Before I knew it I was uncomfortably full and sick. So very sick. I haven't been one of those girls who eat their feelings in over a year. A year!!! I became so caught up in the fact that I was the only single girl at this bachelorette (4 married, 3 engaged, 1 pre-engaged, and me). I started to become self conscious of my weight which days before I was feeling so good about. I derailed. Onederland is so close and yet I let myself fall.
Today I am partially finished feeling sorry for myself. I started the day by filling a water bottle, packing snacks, making a weekly grocery list, and calming the hell down. I'm going to be okay. The damage can be undone. The scale reading 218 this morning is not a complete reflection. I don't have to start over, I just have to keep going.