we can do anything.

This weekend was a weight maintenance weekend, without me realizing that it was a weight maintenance weekend. Ugh, the worst.

On Friday I didn't workout and I had a huge lunch that threw off my hunger so I skipped dinner. Problem #1. When I came home late at night I had half a turkey sandwich and a rice krispy treat. And then we went to bed. Problem #2.

On Saturday I realized my last avocado was dangerously close to going bad so I made some fresh guacamole. I had a grilled wheat quesadilla with my guacamole and I was hella proud of myself for having made TWO lunches (fried quesadillas with extra cheese for boyfriend, and then my lunch) and resisting the deliciousness/convenience of just eating what boyfriend ate. Except... I forgot that I'm lactose intolerant. Problem #3.

I went to the gym despite feeling absolutely dreadful, thinking I would make it to a mile and be done. I RAN FOR TWO. TWO WHOLE MILES. At my current pace, I would finish a 5k in under 44 minutes, which isn't super impressive, but the point is that it's within reach. I went for two miles on the elliptical and hobbled home to do a half hour of Pilates.

I had some leftover guacamole from lunch that inspired me to make flautas (fried rolled tacos). Problem #4. I ATE WAY TOO MUCH. But it was soooooo delicious I just couldn't say no. After dinner we met some friends to go bowling. There was lots of beer, but I had one Woodchuck and stole a few sips of beer from boyfriend's glass to limit my intake. I was proud of myself. After bowling boyfriend wanted to hit the bars but our friends weren't interested, so we went home instead. Boyfriend's calls for more beer put me in the drinking mood so I ran out for a bottle of Kahlua. Problem #5. I had 1½ tall glasses of White Russian before I passed out cold.

Sunday morning boyfriend made sausage and eggs and I ate too much. Problem #6. Then we spent the whole damn day catching up on the newest season of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. Problem #7. For dinner boyfriend made buffalo chicken burgers with french fries and I ate like I wasn't on a diet. Problem #8. I went to the gym way too soon after eating, all I was able to accomplish was 1 mile on the treadmill and 1 mile on the elliptical. Problem #9. It was bad news.

Overall, the weekend wasn't completely out of control, but in writing it out I can identify no less than NINE places where I made poor decisions. I don't know where my determination went this weekend, I'm just happy I had enough sense about me to keep going to the gym despite the grossness I felt from the excessive eating and drinking.

Scale is steady at 251.0.


On a side note, I found my measurements from January 2011. For giggles, I measured myself today. I see progress, but it's not exactly impressive (which, I might add, was exactly what I was expecting). I think the last 40 pounds will be more dramatic than the first 40. True story.