What is my flippin' problem?!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Seriously self. What is going on?
This weekend. I ate. And I ate. And I ate some more. Chicken strips, fries, sno cones, frozen yogurt, pizza, cheese, ice cream sandwiches, beer, wine, chocolate, chips, cashews, barbeque, bagels, mimosas, full fat cream cheese. I fell off the wagon and landed into a pile of junk calories.
It was bad. I felt mildly ill the whole binge but it didn’t stop me. I didn’t want to see the scale but I forced myself to step on it Monday morning. Bam. 5lbs added to my butt. Granted, some of it was water weight because this morning 2 of those lbs were gone. Still, it was ugly and now I am not going to meet my goal of being able to say I lost 40lbs by my cousin’s wedding this Saturday.
It’s not like I had been doing all that great before this weekend though. My last blog even discussed how I’ve been eating more and more without tracking.
So, instead of boo-freaking-hooing over my weight gain and the fact that I simply dislike having to track every last bite, I’m going to challenge myself. Following RUNTRILAUGH’s lead, I am going track EVERYTHING for 10 days. No cheats. No free weekends. I’m not going to ignore the high point meals foods I’ve been eating. If I eat it, I track it. Even if I don’t like what it tells me.
Making this challenge even more difficult is the fact I’m leaving on Thursday for a 5 day trip to Minnesota. I haven’t been back since I graduated college some hundred million years ago and all I want to do is eat at all my favorite old restaurants. Plus, Saturday is a family wedding which means open bar. Ugh. But, I have my trusty Weight Watchers app on my iPhone, so I have no excuse not to track. I need to get back into the habit of tracking my food. If I can keep it going long enough, eventually I will get used to it and not despise the process as much.
Tracking = mindful eating = better choices = weight loss.
Today I am wearing a dress that hasn’t fit in 2 years. It looks great, if not a little big. It felt great to zip it up. Still, it’s a size 14. If fitting into a 14 feels good, I need to imagine how it will feel when I can replace it with a size 12. Or 10. I won’t ever experience that if I don’t get my eating under control.
Can someone cheer me on? I need some extra support these days.