I binged bad yesterday. I was near the top of my daily calorie allowance at 7:30 and would have probably gone to bed by 9:30 (I woke up at 5 for work), but then my best friend called and said they were having an impromptu "We Survived" party.
Ok, I thought. I'll go over and have a few drinks. They'll put me over the calorie allowance, but how often does everyone get in the same place at once (answer: uh. Once a year, if that). I further rationalized it by saying that I'm undercutting the calories I would need just to maintain by 900 on this diet.
What I didn't remember is that several of them work second shift and are LATE eaters. So by the time they started cranking out greasy party foods, I had a binging trifecta of sorts going: I was drunk, tired, and hungry.
And I ate. Dear god, I hope I remember all of it, because there can't possible be more. Over the next 5 hours (it was still going til 4), I had 8 mozarrella sticks, god only knows how many tostinos, five cocktail wienies, some chickeny bacony cheesey in a muffin thing, two ice creams, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Ok, not the last one. But I'm sure it couldn't have done any more damage. Cause all that was on top of alcohol and mixers.
Verdict: I gained 3 pounds this morning. I am PRAYING some of it was water weight, but there is no way that I didn't gain some real weight off that. It was just too much.
I'm just so pissed with myself. I've been doing so well, and while I let myself have the occasional cheat day at a restaurant or party, I've really been trying to still be smart about my choices. I just... am I going to have to avoid my friends? All of them are overweight, and all except one can be massive binge eaters.