I posted on Friday about binging, saying I would end it that day. Well, that didn't happen.
We were dogsitting at my parents' house all weekend and my parents had cooked for us (even though I said it was unecessary). My mom made us tomato soup (lovely, low cal thing I could've subsisted on) but my dad made his famous chilli, which isn't so much chilli as it is sausages and beans in a rich tomato sauce. Yeah...over the course of 3 days I ate the entire pot, by myself, because my fiance didn't fancy it. Not to mention the cream puffs, late night sandwiches, martini mix and diet cokes, and chocolate biscuits we shared on those days too.
It's Tuesday now and I weighed in at 212.6 this morning. 3 lbs heavier than I was on Friday. I know some of it is just water weight but I'm sure at least a pound is actual fat. Strange as it sounds I can see a difference in my body.
Well, I've re-recommited. I've promised myself new nailpolish if I stay on plan for two weeks. A portable coffee mug if I stay on plan for 1 week. And if I get to onederland by mid-November, I'll still pierce my belly as planned.
So far so good, had a salad for lunch that I pre-made at home so I know exactly what's in it. I'm going to the gym today. I'm just going to take it one day at a time. 3lbs isn't a tradgedy. But I am disappointed with myself. I went back to all my bad habits I had when I lived at home.
With only 3 months left before my wedding dress fitting I NEED to make it to 180 AT LEAST. It's still 25lbs below goal but at least I can accurately see what my body will look like in the dress I pick by then and I can just order the dress a size smaller. I still have over a year till my actual wedding, more than enough time to get to 155 - 150. So it's not the end of the world.
Sorry for the rant. Encouragements and admonitions equally welcome.