Forgive Me Readers, For I Have Binged

Well, this weekend has not been kind to me (read: I have not been kind to my body this weekend).

Friday wasn't terrible. Allison and I had to skip Zumba. We wouldn't have had time to pick up the table if we worked out. The guy ended up bringing it to the house for us anyway, but we drove out there first and he followed us back with the table in his minivan. He was the most Italian yinzer ever, and may have been in love with me. He told me to keep in touch. Will do. After the table was all safe and secure inside my house, I made us a quick salad:

-leafy green lettuce

-red peppers*

-chickpeas*

-Morningstar Italian Herb Chik'n patty

-fat free shredded cheese

-steak fries

-lite ranch dressing

-Frank's Red Hot*

*Allison wouldn't eat these items. "Chickpeas taste like balls of dirt."

We scarfed those salads down in record time, picked Jon up from work and went straight to the bar for 80 cent drafts. I was good and only had 3 beers the whole night and made it home by 1:00 or so.

Saturday I woke up and made myself a breakfast of scrambled eggs, 2 slices of veggie bacon and half of a Weight Watchers bagel with some peanut butter. Not a bad breakfast, but I didn't work out before we went to Ohio. We stopped at a convenience store to get coffee (well, for me to get coffee and water and Jon to get Krispy Kreme donuts). I didn't pick at all the goodies Jon's grandma always has at her house, which was hard to do. For dinner, I had hoped to go to the Olive Garden and get their soup and salad for my meal (the breadsticks were going to be my cheat portion of the meal). It was super packed and had a 45 minute wait, so we decided to go to this other little Italian place where they have nothing healthy to eat. Jon ordered a white pizza, and I got an eggplant parm hoagie with fries. I had less than half of it, and 2 pieces of Jon's pizza, and only picked at the fries. There was a decent amount left on the plate, and even Jon was eating them. I did have a few pieces of candy when we got back to Jon's grandma's house, but all in all, I wasn't too disappointed in the day. Although I didn't work out, I kept my food in check waaay more than I would have before I started this process. But then we got home. I didn't want my leftovers in the house on Sunday, so I rationalized eating the rest of them and I would just start fresh the next day. Typical. So I ate the rest of my hoagie and a piece of pizza. I felt horrible, and I was mad at myself. I even woke up in the middle of the night and threw up. I think it was because my body wasn't used to all that junk food.

I woke up early the next day and had Sunday depression right away. I was mad at myself for the way I ate the day before, I didn't have any coffee in the house and didn't feel like leaving to get any. I still was planning on going to the gym when Jon went to band practice, but that never happened. Instead the couch and I became one and I hardly moved all day. It's not even that I ate too much yesterday (nowhere near my old Sunday binges), but I was still upset. I felt like Old Andrea was creeping back in. I'm thrown off track so easily. I know my bad weekend started with skipping working out Friday, even though we had to. It's just frustrating.

Today is a new day though. I decided to join Weight Watchers online again. It's worked for me in the past, and I've heard good things about their Points Plus program. So, we're moving on! I'm not going to dwell on my one bad weekend. I feel better today. The weather is supposed to get bad this afternoon/evening so I'm worried about making it to the gym, but if I can't, I'll do a workout video at home. No more excuses.

xoxo