Mess Up, Fess Up!
I have two days until weigh in. My goal was to lose 30lbs by April 2nd. I was hoping to lose 30lbs by March 28th, since that's my weigh in date.
And I have a confession...in the midst of my hormonal flux and struggling with that on Friday, I broke down. I had a very, very, very small piece of freshly baked sweet potato pie. While it seemed inconsequential at the time, and while I don't think it was enough to stop the scale (more on that later), I do believe it is the reason why I had a very tough time this weekend.
Funny thing about those bad carbs....they don't like to be alone. And while it was a very small piece of pie, it was enough to make crave carbs...I didn't want salad, I wanted starchy things. I didn't even want peanut butter!! Imagine! And in my crampy, bloated mess on Saturday I broke down again and had a very small bite of Cadbury Dark Chocolate.
And then I was in denial...that didn't happen. I didn't do it. If I don't tell anyone, then it won't count, right? NO.
On Saturday night, I had a salad and tried the turkey chili that my sister made...but it had peas in it...
I didn't think it was enough to make a difference...
So between hormones and stress eating and fighting some sort of throat thing, I broke the scale. I was perfectly perfect on Sunday. I ate my 3 packets (although I really didn't want to have a restricted but I caved).
On Monday morning I felt that familiar...feeling...light headed, feeling a little weak...Those few little "cheats" were enough...
I followed the diet yesterday and didn't have a restricted...my punishment for the weekend...and stepped on the scale today...it moved. The cramping and bloating have subsided and the cravings are gone again...
And now I only have 2 days to catch up.
Stupid pie. Totally not worth it.
And I have a confession...in the midst of my hormonal flux and struggling with that on Friday, I broke down. I had a very, very, very small piece of freshly baked sweet potato pie. While it seemed inconsequential at the time, and while I don't think it was enough to stop the scale (more on that later), I do believe it is the reason why I had a very tough time this weekend.
Funny thing about those bad carbs....they don't like to be alone. And while it was a very small piece of pie, it was enough to make crave carbs...I didn't want salad, I wanted starchy things. I didn't even want peanut butter!! Imagine! And in my crampy, bloated mess on Saturday I broke down again and had a very small bite of Cadbury Dark Chocolate.
And then I was in denial...that didn't happen. I didn't do it. If I don't tell anyone, then it won't count, right? NO.
On Saturday night, I had a salad and tried the turkey chili that my sister made...but it had peas in it...
I didn't think it was enough to make a difference...
So between hormones and stress eating and fighting some sort of throat thing, I broke the scale. I was perfectly perfect on Sunday. I ate my 3 packets (although I really didn't want to have a restricted but I caved).
On Monday morning I felt that familiar...feeling...light headed, feeling a little weak...Those few little "cheats" were enough...
I followed the diet yesterday and didn't have a restricted...my punishment for the weekend...and stepped on the scale today...it moved. The cramping and bloating have subsided and the cravings are gone again...
And now I only have 2 days to catch up.
Stupid pie. Totally not worth it.
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