I have a problem. I completely blew this whole weekend. I drove to my sister's on Friday (about a 4-hour drive). When I left work, I went to Wendy's and got 2 jr. bacon cheeseburgers, a biggie fry, and a large frosty (the frosty felt SO good on my sore throat) so I could eat in the car. Great way to start the weekend off, huh? So I knew I HAD to be extra good to make up for it over the rest of the weekend. When I arrived at her house, her boyfriend got us all take-out Chinese food (a major weakness of mine). Chinese chicken and veggies with white rice? Oh nonono...I had sesame chicken, shrimp lo mein, and sweet and sour chicken (all dripping with sauce and filled with enough sodium to last me a year, I'm sure). So, Friday was blown. Fine, I'd do better the next day, right? HA! We went to a diner for breakfast (2 eggs w/cheese, 2 sausages, and home fries). Dinner could have been worse, but still wasn't necessarily good (fajitas at home--chicken, peppers, lettuce, FULL-FAT SOUR CREAM, FULL-FAT CHEESE). Yesterday, we had English muffin breakfast sandwiches (again with the full-fat cheese, full-fat sausage, and eggs), then went to a bridal expo (lots of free cookies, chocolates, candies...), and then I repeated Friday's Wendy's meal for dinner in the car on my way home (plus a biggie REGULAR coke!). I hadn't been drinking anything but diet pepsi and apple and orange juices all weekend, so lots of empty calories and no water intake for me! I feared my scale this morning. I can't even express in words how badly I felt about the disasterous weekend. My last weigh-in had me at 306, so I figured I'd be at least at 309, maybe even all the way back up to the 310.5 where I started--maybe even more since TOM arrives tomorrow!! I did it. I stepped on the scale--the only scale I use at the same time I always weight myself (as soon as I get up, after I go to the bathroom). I peered through half-closed eyes, not wanting to face the reality of the big step backwards I had made in only 3 days...306.5. No, it couldn't be right. I got off the scale and back on. 306.5. I still didn't believe it. I thought maybe I had stepped on it too soon when it turned on, so the calibration was off (it's a digital scale). I let it turn off, then turned it back on, careful not to touch it until it read 0. 306.5.
HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!?! I didn't exercise. I didn't drink water. I broke ALL the rules. I KNOW I surpassed my 1800 calories per day--heck, I took a flying leap over 2000, I'm sure. Now, believe me, I am not complaining. I will take a .5 pound gain over a 5 pound gain anytime. I just don't understand. So it would seem to me that had I just cut out one of the trips to Wendy's, maybe I wouldn't have gained at all. It just seems so wrong. Y'all don't have to respond. I'm really just ranting to get it off my chest. I am just so confused! If I can be eating THAT much and gaining so little, then I should be able to still eat all of that horribly-unhealthy food, just a little less of it, and lose weight! (I know that's not true, nor is it healthy, but it really does make me second guess all of my weight-loss techniques). I DON'T KNOW!