Yesterday morning, I weighed in at 145.6. This morning, I weighed in at 147.6. Now I am sure SOME of that is water retention, but there is definitely going to be some damage control for a week or two to get back to where I was
I've heard it a few times around here...If you trip on the stairs, don't get up and throw yourself down the whole flight. I think this is fantastic advice, but yesterday I tripped on the stairs, got up, and threw myself out the window.
I work at a barn and there was a major show yesterday. I was up at 4am and was there until 6pm. I even packed a whole mini cooler of healthy meals and snacks for the whole day and had them in the fridge. But 10 feet in front of where we were working, there was a massive buffet bar of cookies, brownies, cakes, etc etc etc. There was not a single fruit or vegetable platter. I worked all day, we didn't get a break or a lunch hour. I made it to my personal cooler once and shoveled down a veggie wrap (and got yelled at by the boss for not working). So, needless to say, I was starving all day. And yea, I stuffed my face with junk food. All day. No excuses, I could have resisted, but I did not.
On top of that, right after work I had to get ready really quick and head to my good friend's bridal shower. On top of the sugary alcoholic beverages, it was another schmorgasboard of sweets and junk. I literally thought to myself "eff it, today will just go down in history as being the most off plan day ever," and I ate more junk.
Aaaaand, up 2lbs today. Joy. I haven't had a single binge or even terribly off plan day since October. I feel ashamed, scared that I'm still so capable of letting myself go like that, and I know the actual weight number is really insignificant in the whole situation, but I hate those two pounds. I had to force myself to get on the scale and just accept it.