So when I was away for the weekend I ate like crap. I ate like 1 maybe 2 meals a day. All at restaurants. We were SUPPOSED to have a fridge in our hotel room and we didn't. I was NOT driving down there so I was at the mercy of the rest of the dog breeders to drive me around and someone was always choosing restaurants that are not conducive to healthful eating. I admit that I didn't make the best choices as well.
On the flip side I RAN for four days straight. Lifting, grooming and running dogs. Show dogs (big ones) at a flat out run. NEVER sitting down from 6 am to about 2 am. I got NO sleep and maybe in four days drank 3 litres of water... TOTAL!
So I get home, get right back on plan. Tuesday morning I was 217 (I also have my period) and the scale was on it's way back down with the sodium leaving my system and things getting back on track.
But then my husbands birthday was yesterday. And he wanted to go to Pizza hut. And he NEVER asks me to go out to eat because he knows how hard it is for me. So I threw caution to the wind and went... and ate. A LOT. 3 pieces of pizza, 2 mozza sticks and a brownie.
And the scale was 220 this morning. So right now I am sitting almost 7 lbs over where I was last Thursday morning. And it's killing me because it's my fault! I made these poor choices. A WEEKS worth of poor choices! YUCK!!!!!
So this is MY recommitting... I'm sticking to 1200 calories for the week to minimize the damage (lots of low cal filling foods), getting in my three liters and I'll reassess the damage on Sunday. Hopefully by NEXT Sunday I'll see a loss from 213.2.
It's a journey right?



