Do they have Chocoholics Anonymous meetings? I need one, bad. Why oh WHY did I buy that jar of Nutella? The good news is that I didn’t eat the whole thing, “only” half. And last night I made a half batch of chocolate frosting and slowly, methodically… polished it all off, in one sitting. Washed it down with a cold glass of skim milk. I could go on, listing my chocolate-coated sins… but, how boring! And besides, things tend to go downhill for me when all I do is kick myself for being bad, er, I mean human.
I had been coasting along pretty effortlessly at about 155 lbs. Then DH’s sister and niece drove up from Maryland a few weeks ago. They stayed for a week and my eating and exercise got all wonky. She cooked their Italian gramommy’s spaghetti and meatballs, and mac & cheese. We ate pie. It took a few days for me to give in to the lovely indulgences… but before long my normally small-sized portions turned into second helpings. And more pie!
Normally I weighed myself every day, or every other day… well, who wants to face reality after a lengthy yummy joy ride? Oh, I failed to mention that my 41st birthday followed the visit, which extended my gluttony. But I had so much fun! I was aware the whole time of what I was doing. Maybe a few times I felt out of control (hello, frosting? Nutella? Ice cream eaten right out of the container? and so on…)
So, whatever. I had fun. I gained a few pounds. When I finally found the nerve to step on the scale, the damage was much less than I had expected, 158.5. I was so worried I would be up in the 160’s, so WOOh-hoo! Not too bad, not bad at all.
But now Thanksgiving is staring me down, and the colder weather is upon us, and I’ll need to shift gears and plug in the treadmill again. At least I’m back to walking every day, which I had cut back on some when I saw my weight had pretty much stabilized before the visit. I know it’s just 3 1/2 pounds, but man that little bit scares me! How quickly those pounds add up. I did do a reality check though to put things in perspective… This time last year on my birthday I was 35 lbs heavier and utterly miserable.
I absolutely LOVE my slimmer self, even more than I love chocolate. I don’t want to give that up… the slim or the chocolate. Moderation… that’s my big struggle. To have my (birthday) cake and eat it too, *sigh*. Oh, and wrinkle cream! Ugh, I’m really IN my 40’s now.
I did go out and splurge on some Olay ProX heavy-duty wrinkle creams, a birthday gift to myself. Yay! If they work, hallelujah… if not I can live with some laugh lines. I earned them after all!