This weekend was action packed and a lot of fun. But not altogether successful on the diet front. I lived through the party with the boys. They were actually really great. My BFF arrived Friday night and we stayed up late talking. Got up Saturday am. I made the boys pancakes and bacon for breakfast. (which I didn't eat.) Then the boys got picked up and I proceeded to clean up the mess.
My husband's BFF flew in Saturday am so I had to get the other guest room ready for him. Then we went out and got our outside lights done. Which included trimming the hedges out front. After that we went to eat lunch. I split a veggie pizza with my BFF and had a house salad. We got home in time to rest a few minutes and change for the game.
Left the house at 4pm. Drove to the game. Luckily the route my brilliant husband chose was not too bad traffic wise. We hung out in the parking lot with the other tailgaters and took pics and had a couple of drinks. I had Mike's hard lemonade, light. When we got into the game I had a bottle of water. Then I had a rum and diet coke and then more water. I had a catfish sandwich, without the bread and cup of frozen yogurt. And finished up with a bunch of water. Over all I did ok, not great, but ok. We yelled, we screamed, we jumped up and down. It was an amazing and exciting game and we WON, so it was super awesome.
We didn't get home until nearly 1am Saturday and we hit the sack. I was so tired and had very little voice left. I had to get up early on Sunday for little girl's party. Cleaned house. Cooked breakfast, egg white omelet. And that's where the day headed south. I have to say that yesterday was the first day in well......I can't remember when that I didn't count my calories and I ate WAY too much shit I shouldn't have.
I was very frustrated because I weighed and I was still up 1.5 pounds. This set me off and I guess I was so tired from everything going on. There's really no excuse whatsoever for the crap I ate yesterday. None. Partly it happened because I was busy, so busy. After I cooked breakfast and cleaned the house. I left for the store to get the last minute things for the party. By the time I got home and finished decorating and cleaning, it was time for the party which meant no lunch.
If I know one thing it is I can't skip meals. Getting too hungry leads to bad choices. So I skipped lunch. Well, I guess I had cake for lunch. Oh, and ice cream. Very healthy and nutritious. Then my hubbie and bff wanted wings for dinner. Yep. I ate them. I made a big salad and had that so I didn't eat many wings, but it was enough. Enough that I got sicko. I just can't eat like that anymore. This is the first time since the hazy days post-op that I have no idea how many calories I ate. None. I still feel sick this morning. Sick from the food and sick about my behavior.
And I woke up with the nasty asthma. No voice and my right leg is bruised all the way down my right thigh to my knee from the game on Saturday when I was jumping up and down and....well it ended badly. So I'm hobbling around and I can barely breathe. But, I'm in a super mood. Why?
The Sooners won the game. The Cowboys won their game. My kids had super birthday parties. My BFF and husband's FINALLY got to meet in person. I had so much fun this weekend. I wish I'd made some better choices, but I have to move on from that. And I'll tell you this, even with the nasty food I chose, I ate less. Much less that I used to eat. I see this as a victory. In the past I would have eaten non-stop. I wouldn't have skipped meals I would have eaten meals and the extra crapola. And I still use smaller plates and eat smaller portions. I see this as real evidence that I am changing.
I of course didn't weigh today. That would be a recipe for disaster. I DID however eat my usual breakfast and drink my giant glass of water. Back on the horse this morning and now that the phase 3 of Allan's challenge is on I am on for the rest of the year. There are no days off for me.
Even yesterday, it's not like I said, "I don't care. I'm gonna eat what I want today because I deserve it." I was faced with some temptation and I did the wrong thing. I also see this as a change because in the past I would've been, "I'll worry about it on Monday." Instead of an entire weekend where I put the diet aside, I had one day, really 1/2 a day where I made some bad choices and over ate.
I had an NSV this weekend. So, we're at the game. I had gone to get my son a burger. I'm walking down the stairs when this good looking man comes up behind me leans in close and says, something like, "That ice cream looks good." I say, " Hey, that's my ice cream, back off Husker." (joking) He says, "We're all friends here. We can meet half way in Kansas." He's grinning this huge grin. I say, " Toto says we aren't in Kansas anymore." And laughed. He said something about not being that way and I walked off. So my son who was walking in front of me says, "Mom, that man was TOTALLY looking at you." Yep. That's right. I got hit on at the game in front of my teenage son. Whom I told NOT to tell his dad and of course that's the first thing he said to his dad when we walked back into the suite. And speaking of the suite. How cool was that! Great seats! 3 huge flat screen TVs a fridge and OUR OWN bathroom. no lines. NONE. So cool!
This morning I had some real irritation, but I am in such a great mood, nobody got hurt. I dropped my daughter off at school. I get back in the car and back out. This woman backs right into the side of my car. She didn't even look. I shit you not. AND I was honking. LAID out on my horn. Luckily she was barley moving so she just bumped me and no damage was done to my car. Can't believe I held my temper. Then, this dumb bitch says, "Oh I didn't see you with the sun in my face." Her van has a rear camera AND I was honking. I said, "Did you not hear me either?" She was very apologetic. I just rolled my eyes and got back in the car. I just used it as a teaching moment for my now teenage son who'll be driving in a few years.
Alright. Now I'm off to do my work and try to find some time to read blogs if I can get focused after all the inhalers I've used so far. That stuff makes me so jittery. But, I can breathe. Kinda anyway. Have a great Monday!