Tripping and Falling
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
When I was a kid, and I managed to trip and fall, there was always one of two outcomes: First option you cry for a bit, then rub your nose clean and get back up. Second option is you cry indefinitely, allowing yourself to be overwhelmed by what's just happened, admitting defeat and crumbling apart until you either run out of tears or someone comes along and takes care of you.
I'd like to think I'm of the first option persuasion.
So yeah. Having the weekend off didn't work out for me food wise. I didn't even bother counting calories. There was a whole big bag of candy corn M&M's, a bar of white chocolate, fish and chips, beers. I'm 100% positive I gained back the two pounds I lost. Not going anywhere near the scale to know the details of it, though. I'd consider it more than a trip and fall. It's a fall flat on my face sort of thing.
But I refuse to let it get me down. Trying to get back on the wagon in earnest, there are going to be a few slip-ups. I get that. The point is to make sure these kinds of things get smaller and less frequent as time goes on. Maybe next week I'll only slip up one day - and if that's the case, then that's progress. I have to keep telling myself that.
I spent 75% of my food budget for the next week and a half at the grocery store buying things to make food. It's been months since I've had a kitchen stocked this way, and I hope it helps. I plan on making five servings of vegetarian tortilla soup tomorrow, then maybe either Tuna Veggie Helper or a recipe for mac n' cheese I found on spark to supplement all of my lunch and dinner meals for this work week. Seems like I do really, really well on food the days I'm working, so I'm not so worried about that. The problem is going to be this upcoming weekend. I'm going to need to devise a battle plan for that.
Anywho, this is going to be a short work week. I called in yesterday because there was a plumbing issue at home and I had to go a few days without water-related amenities, such as showering. I think that's a perfectly good excuse, and I'm sticking to it. After that is another three day weekend, which I have to use to not only work on the food issue but prepare myself for another six week cycle of six days on, two days off. It's brutal, but at least I don't have to deal with it right now.
Here's hoping this work week is... good. And by good I mean I can stick to my calorie ranges, report a loss on the scale at the end of the week, and not die of stress or complaining. Haha. When did that become "good" in my book? Oh well. At the moment I'll take it.
Well I've only got a bit of time before I have to head into work. I'm going to take this mild, cautious optimism (what else to call it?) and run with it, hope it means that today is going to be a good day. Haha and not just for me, but for you too!