Had issues posting last week (the weigh-in post below was actually written on July 1st, but I couldn’t get it to publish for some reason), but I’m finally back.
I didn’t weigh myself last Friday (07/08/11), so my next weigh-in will be this Friday (07/15/11). Wish I had a good excuse, but I don’t. I was feeling worn out last Friday, and wanted to spend some quality time with my bf. We went out to our favorite Thai restaurant for dinner where we ordered pad thai, pineapple fried rice, and bbq pork (definitely not on the diet menu, but really, REALLY good). Brian wanted ice cream afterward, so we stopped at Dairy Queen, where I further indulged in a chocolate-dipped ice cream cone. Ugh. I remember feeling completely stuffed and wanting to throw the cone away after a few bites, but we were driving and there was really no good place to dispose of a half-eaten, melting ice cream cone. So yeah, I ate it. All of it. Gross.
But did I stop there? Of course not. Saturday night, Brian and I went out to dinner at this fancy little restaurant just outside of town. We had purchased a Groupon months ago, and wanted to use it before it expired later this month. I had the pan roasted cinnamon chipotle pork loin, and Brian had the bacon wrapped pheasant. I ate about 3/4 of the pork loin, and a little roasted corn that was served on the side. Afterward, we split a dessert called “Banana Bombs.” It was basically a pastry filled with cinnamon and sugar covered bananas, topped with vanilla ice cream. Fat kid heaven.
Anyway, I won’t detail every moment of the past week and a half…I think you get the idea. It was pretty horrible. Usually I’m able to pull myself together come Monday, but even that was a disaster. I was watching Master Chef, and the contestants had to make a 6-layer cake as part of a pressure test. Guess who decided she needed cake at 10pm? Drove down to Safeway, bought a slice of carrot cake from the bakery and a single serving cup of salted caramel ice cream. Luckily, I only had about two bites of the cake before I realized that it had raisins in it, which was a deal-breaker for me. I still managed to polish off the cup of ice cream, though.
So…here I am. It’s late-afternoon, and so far, so good. I’m back to tracking my calories, which I think helps TREMENDOUSLY. Crossing my fingers that I can hold it together once I get home, because that’s usually where things start to unravel. Hope all of you lovely ladies have been doing well…mwah!