OK...I have had some issues the past week or so. I started my TOM a week ago today...and despite trying to mentally prepare myself for a sluggish metabolism and potential gain, I couldn't. I had just hit the 20 lb loss mark and instead of feeling elated...I felt frustrated and hopeless. I do not know why. I don't know what triggered it. It just seemed so daunting to lose more. I felt like it was impossible. I stuck with my food and exercise plans all last week...even if I was a bit reluctant...but then THIS WEEKEND happened. OH BOY. Friday night, I was still within my caloric range, but a lot of those calories were not the best variety (I had half a buffalo chicken wrap for dinner and some creamy cole slaw). And then SATURDAY hit. I did a light workout in the morning because I had to drive 40 miles to my Mom's with my toddler...and I was great all day. Fantastic, really. Until that night. My husband and I saw a movie...Crazy Heart (awesome!)...and I resisted the temptation of buttered popcorn and nachos and pretzels. I made it through like a champ. We got to the restaurant for dinner, where I had preplanned my meal. Red snapper with creamed spinach on the side. It was all good, until the WINE MONSTER struck! "Just one," I thought. "I deserve this glass of delicious fermented fruit!" And I had one. A Reisling with a hint of green apple flavor. It was delicious. Then I had another. Then I had to try a Pinot Noir. Then I apparently had to try 4 more glasses. OH LORD.
I was a hot mess by the end of the evening (some friends had met us out). I haven't had a drink since 2009, so I think I just snapped after all of the discipline and diligence that's surrounded this weight loss thing. Yesterday, I felt like someone had run me over with a Mack truck. I was also really pissed at myself for consuming thousands of calories in ALCOHOL. ACKKKKKK!
I'm on plan again, I am, and I'm excited for the next 20. Has anyone slipped up to this magnitude? I feel like a total lush!!!!!