I had a fantasic weekend that sort of spilled over into the week. First I helped a friend celebrate his birthday by going to a Richard Cheese and Lounge Against the Machine show. It was hilarious and fun. Then, we proceeded to bar hop like we were youngsters and I met several men, was told I was beautiful several times, and even recieved a marriage proposal. (see engagement photo below, lol) One guy in particular is very sweet and we are supposed to go out to dinner sometime this week. The bad news is, this night of revelry set off a three day assault on my diet. One that I'm not entirely out of yet. (I had sausage with my scrambled egg whites this morning....and hash browns.) I haven't been to the gym all week. Which means I've missed out on 3 days worth of calorie burning. I'm going back tomorrow and I'm going to salvage the rest of today's caloric load by eating fruit and veggies all day. 
I really don't feel very well, and when I eat poorly this always happens. So I did not weigh in this morning. I just can't face reality. There are two scenerios that could occur. I might step on the scale and read 151 or less. This would mean that my three day chow down didn't affect my weight at all. Which would probably cause me to think "Cool! I can eat whatever the *&%! I want and not gain a pound...let's get pizza!" OR, the more likely scenario, I step on the scale read 155 and sink into bad thoughts, kicking myself for drinking a bottle of vodka and devouring every spicy tuna roll on the planet. Let's not even mention Cinco de Mayo yesterday.......
So instead, I'm going to acknowledge that I had a great 3 days of debauchery, and am now returning to normal life. The weigh-ins will commence next Wednesday, which means I have a week to whip myself back onto program. And that also means I get to enjoy that feeling of starting anew! It's almost like having make-up sex with myself. But a lot less messy. :)
I really don't feel very well, and when I eat poorly this always happens. So I did not weigh in this morning. I just can't face reality. There are two scenerios that could occur. I might step on the scale and read 151 or less. This would mean that my three day chow down didn't affect my weight at all. Which would probably cause me to think "Cool! I can eat whatever the *&%! I want and not gain a pound...let's get pizza!" OR, the more likely scenario, I step on the scale read 155 and sink into bad thoughts, kicking myself for drinking a bottle of vodka and devouring every spicy tuna roll on the planet. Let's not even mention Cinco de Mayo yesterday.......
So instead, I'm going to acknowledge that I had a great 3 days of debauchery, and am now returning to normal life. The weigh-ins will commence next Wednesday, which means I have a week to whip myself back onto program. And that also means I get to enjoy that feeling of starting anew! It's almost like having make-up sex with myself. But a lot less messy. :)


