So, I’m up 2 pounds this week. And I’m not thrilled. But I do know what happened and I learned some lessons to take with me on this journey.
It started last Sunday – Superbowl Sunday. I went into it a little cocky, I was down a pound and a half and feeling like I had the magic formula. I knew before we got to the party that there was going to be a lot of junk food and I thought about bringing a salad with lean chicken for myself so I wouldn’t be so tempted, but talked myself out of it. Instead I had cocktail smokies with bacon, cocktail smokies in crescent rolls and mini corn dogs, nachos, crackers, some deep fried cheese, and a deep fried olive. Had soup for dinner and took a nice long walk, but still. Next year I bring a salad. Or a veggie tray.
The next day was our 24th wedding anniversary. I fully intended to have Jamba Juice for dinner – we both love it – and we had eaten so crappy the day before. But I shortchanged my calories on breakfast and lunch and by dinner I was so hungry I ate a french dip with a big side of french fries, plus a glass of wine and 2 glasses of champagne. Ay yai yai – maybe it’s water weight?
I’ve been in a lot of pain all week, so no workouts. Woke up Wednesday morning in a good mood and ready to take it all on, then for some reason my mood absolutely tanked. I guess it’s like carrying a load around that’s too much for you, but you’re managing it and then someone throws a penny on top. It’s just a penny, right? No big deal. Except that one penny makes the entire load impossible to bear. The straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak. I have spent more time crying in the past two days than in the entire 3 years before. Even so, Wednesday I managed to eat pretty healthy and not too much. Tried to get in a long walk, but Art and I got in an argument so we cut the walk short (not fun to walk with someone you’re mad at.)
Yesterday I shortchanged myself on calories again, probably because when I’m that sad I either don’t want to eat at all or want to eat everything. For dinner, two bowls of macaroni and cheese with leftover cocktail smokies, followed by some Cheez-its (don’t go shopping sad) and some fresh cookie dough. Maybe we should all be surprised that I’m only up two pounds.
So, comfort food aside, today is a NEW DAY, a better day, and the nice thing about a lifestyle change is that I don’t have to start my diet over, because I’m not on a diet. I just need to pick up where I left off in my weight loss journey and keep moving along that road. And it will probably take a little longer to get there now, but that’s okay, because like I said, I learned some lessons. I have new tools for my arsenal.
What are your tricks for managing parties and junk food?