What an unpleasant surprise. When I got home yesterday around noon, I hopped on the scale. I hadn’t eaten anything yet, and I knew my days of eating with the skinny girls meant I weighed less. When I saw 145.5, it gave me the (false) impression that I had some wiggle room.
At the cookout, I ate and drank recklessly. Between being exhausted from not sleeping well on the road and being depleted of calories and nutrients, I can understand somewhat why I ended up eating everything in site. I even ate Doritos.
I’m still angry at myself, more for drinking too much than eating too much, but I know that I should not beat myself up and instead focus my attention on drinking plenty of water, going to the gym, and planning healthy meals for the week. I didn’t get the chance to do that over the weekend.
Just as yesterday’s post-fast weigh in was artificially low, today seems artificially high. I bet a pound or so is bloating/water weight from beer and junk food. We’ll see.
