
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.


I am so mad at myself I could scream. So....going to get dressed and workout, stay totally on plan for today...and yes, probably the next week to make up for it. Thanks for the stairs analogy...think I'll shimmy up the drain pipe and back through the window and get back to work.
