I lost a battle this weekend. That’s how I’m gonna have to think of this to keep myself from getting discouraged. I had been doing so well, as good as could be hoped while staying sane and enjoying a lot social events with friends which involved food, plus traveling for work. Then I go and mess up big time.
Here’s what my weight has looked like since my horrible bout of 3 weeks of binging. I weigh myself every morning I can and ignore the little fluctuations. Then at the end of the week I take an average and record that and use this value for seeing trends.
It’d been going great, the bloat took forever to come off, but now I was close to where I wanted to be and getting some nice, slow fat loss. It’s gonna peak up again and take another 2 weeks now.
It wasn’t an all out binge like I have struggled with in the past. This one was actually a case of emotional eating, which is a more common problem so at least its more normal. Long story short, I was basically begged by a girl to come down with the group for a baseball game and hit the bars the night before with them. It took a lot of last minute maneuvering to get tickets and find a place to stay with a friend, but I made it down the 100 miles for the weekend. Then all of a sudden she completely stops texting me and I’m not able to find that group downtown. Still had a good night with my one friend, but not near what I hoped.
Driving back and not drunk per say, just a handful of drinks, I just wanted to snack on sweet stuff at my friend’s house. That’s all I wanted was to eat in frustration. This was like premeditated or something. We get back and he even says we should eat something so together we killed half a bag of doritos, but that wasn’t enough to stop me sadly. He crashed out and I went upstairs to “brush my teeth.”
So even with traveling all that week and the extra calories of the alcohol, my overall weekly report showed 1876 calories eaten (last 2 days of travel I was exhausted and had 0 appetite. Even skipped a meal in there) with a combined BMR and burned of 2214 so a beautiful deficit of 338 per day which I am perfectly fine with at this stage.
Then I just snacked in frustration on the stuff my buddy had around and I feel so bad. Going from memory, I think I ended up consuming 2 ice cream bars, 10 fig newtons, 3 cookies, about 6T of the various nut butters with crackers to sample them, 2 fiber one bars, two big spoonfuls of this lemon frosting stuff and an ice cream cone.
Putting that back into the tracker, it moves my weekly average of calories all the way up to 2378 to show how one bad hour can kill an entire week’s worth of hard work. Then the next morning, I still had a sugar rush going and I wasn’t able to stop myself from grazing on the fig newton’s he got out for breakfast, or the doughnut holes the family he’s living with brought home.
I was feeling off and unhappy with myself of course, but this was different than my normal binging reason of simply wanting to stuff my face. I know what I listed sounds like a lot of calories (like, 3,500) but it was far less than I’d done in the past. If I was on my own, a run first thing in the morning would have sounded great and then I would have been fine but we had stuff to do and I couldn’t get the opportunity. Whole morning, junk food looked good. Billboards and all that. We went to burger king for lunch and I felt that a regular cheat meal was what I needed to finish this and it actually worked to end the madness. Got an actual whopper with sweet potato fries (very, very good I might add) and a small cone.
So, I’m just trying to go forward from here. I was so close to accomplishing my goal of getting back to a weight were I’m within cutting range of a weight I’m comfortable fighting at and then I go and mess up. I actually know what happened on this one tho and it’s the kind of problem a normal person could potentially have so I just need to look at this as one major battle lost, after I’ve been highly successful for about a month tho. Just gonna take a week for the bloat, then another week maybe to get the fat loss back down since I don’t eat 100% perfect like I did last summer. Disappointed and frustrated with myself for this, but not pissed.