Go big or go home? I went big all right….balls to the wall, and not in a good way.
Here’s how the story went down….Weight Watchers was closed yesterday, which is the day I usually go for my weigh in and weekly meeting, so I had to weigh in on Saturday instead (here’s where the blaming starts)…of course, I couldn’t get my act together on Saturday morning and didn’t get out of the house until almost noon, so of course I had already had a gallon of coffee and some breakfast…so a day early and after a full breakfast, the receptionist chirpily informed me that I had gained two tenths of a pound.
I always knew this day would come eventually, and I fully expected it would make me want to drink bleach, but I was suprisingly ok with it...the little voice inside my head was already rattling off excuses…
Between my weigh in and the time we left for Passover dinner at Uncle Petey’s in Queens, something snapped and I was all f@#% THIS dumb program! I’ll show YOU two tenths of a pound! And um…..well, that’s where the downward spiral began….
Between Saturday afternoon and Sunday night, I managed to consume approximately ALL of the wine in Queens and Suffolk county (this is not a joke.) as well as an embarrassing amount of brisket, too many matzoh balls to count, chocolate drenched matzoh bark, at least 26 Reese’s miniature peanut butter cups, a ramekin of broken up, stale tortilla chips drenched in melted cheese and Frank’s Red Hot (my weakness. I never claimed to be classy), a sheet of matzoh covered in butter, a whole basket of chips with salsa and ranch (which they serve you in a soup cup, by the way) from chili’s and a grilled chicken sandwich with cheese, bacon and THREE (yes, three.) sides of honey mustard. Oh, and fries. A lot of fries.
Sometimes you have to go back and do the things you used to do to remind yourself why you stopped doing them in the first place.
I woke up this morning feeling like I got hit by an 18 wheeler. I threw down a cup of alka seltzer before I left the house and scratched and clawed my way back up the side of the wagon….the wagon that for the past few days got so far away from me, I almost couldn’t see it, but I tracked it down…..and I climbed back on and I’m here to say that the next time I try and fall off said wagon, cuz there will most certainly be a next time, I promise at least to hold on to the back bumper with one hand.
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Passover & Easter were both delightful, despite the gluttony and sloth that seemed to be my M.O….Ben had an awesome time hanging out with his cousins, the food was delicious (obviously) and the laughs were plentiful.
The Easter basket was a complete surprise and the look on Ben’s face when I walked in the room with it yesterday morning was absolutely priceless….He dug right in, went straight for the good stuff and was covered in a peanut butter & chocolate Reeseter Bunny in no time at all….yes, before breakfast. Sometimes, in the name of fun and celebration, you have to make questionable parenting decisions. That's where the good memories are made....
Hope your holidays were all happy and healthy!!!
5 comments:
Ok first Rach? 2 tenths of a lb?? That is a big pee. You WILL have gains and you may have 1 of say 2 lbs, that you'll look back and be like, why the eff was I freaking out of 2/10's? Ya know? There will be ups and downs but it's good you owned up to it and realize you made some very bad choices. (although yummy at the time!) This is why you need to allow some room within the week to have a small cheat here and there. If you don't allow it, you will binge like you did this weekend and feel awful like you do now.
It's a marathon, not a sprint. Sure, we all want to lose weight fast, but it didn't come on so fast, right? Hang in there and kick ass this week and I'm sure you'll be fine come Sunday! Are you working out at all?
LOVE the pics of Ben! He thoroughly enjoyed his Easter candy. :)
It's a damn Reese's conspiracy, I tell ya! I ate more this weekend than I did Thanksgiving and Christmas combined. Those stupid cute egg shaped Reese's are so addictive. And then you need something salty to balance it out.
And .2 of a pound?! The scale shouldn't even weight that low...unless you're losing. I don't even want to talk about the weight gained between Saturday morning and today.
um, you do know that your son is THE cutest thing on the planet, right? his face in the last pic is too much for me to handle.
i love you and i know that you know all of the rest <3
You are too funny, girl! There are up's and down's with weight loss I suppose. As you say, just crawl back to the wagon...haha.
They don't have Reeses PB Eggs here (criminal!) But I think my MIL mailed us some. So when they arrive, I fully plan on eating 50 in one sitting (or as many as she sent.) Damn will power.
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