hot mess.

There were two problems with this weekend/week:
1. Booze.
2. No Diamox.

My food choices weren't the best, but the good thing about having takeout is that you're limited in food quantity, so that McDonald's chicken sandwich I had was only one chicken sandwich. Could be worse.

At best, I was inconsistent in taking Diamox since last Friday. In reality, the truth is probably closer to "I didn't take it at all." Tuesday morning after realizing my hangover was gone I restarted my pill routine. My booze bloat, at its worst, made the scale read 274. During finals week I had reached a low of 267.5 (although I never bothered to post about it because I was almost certain I was not eating/hydrating properly, so seeing 274 again made me panic. I started Diamox again, and a day later I weighed in at 271. Much better.

Today, after my morning bathroom habit, the scale is back to 269. I can attribute it almost entirely to the Diamox because I haven't worked out since Sunday, and I have eaten my fair share of good foods and bad foods alike this week.

So even though I've been at this weight for over a week, no progress is THE BEST progress because I survived finals week, an entire weekend of Christmas parties and binge drinking, and another week of eating out and my weight is staying steady.

This is the point where I congratulate myself: CONGRATULATIONS. You survived the worst part of Christmas.

Now, if only I can accomplish the same in Vegas...