I've lost momentum.
I have to get myself back on track on the Project but
it's not easy - I start out every morning with good
intentions but, ever since Saturday, it's hard to
maintain that resolve. Weekends are hard anyway.
Then on Sunday I had a bunch of folks over for
birthday parties and we had a great potluck. And cake
and ice cream. And, unfortunately for me, there was
half a cake left and I could only give away about half
of that, so I'm inundated with cake. Or I was before
I ate a bunch of it. I still have some, though, so
I'm tossing it tonight when I get home if Ken hasn't
eaten it. I finished the chocolate ice cream last
night, which was most of a half-gallon of light
Breyers, so that's now out of the picture. The
Pringles are now gone (last night). I lost my mind
last night, obviously, on leftovers.
Ok, I'm not weighing in for a few days - I've made a
promise to myself that I'm weighing on Friday. That
gives me time to get back on track, and maybe lose
anything I've gained back through the last few days'
binging (bingeing? binging? having binged? the act of
eating like a pig?) At least I don't purge, although
it might have been a relief last night after all that
cake and ice cream.
So far, at 37 pounds down, no one has noticed except
Scott, but he always notices if I've lost weight.
Maime has noticed but she may be just encouraging me.
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