I refuse to weigh in
Monday, March 12, 2007
I took a diet vacation last week. It was TERRIBLE. Tuesday, my DH took the day off and we went to the beach. We ate at Ruby's on the pier and they offered some GREAT diet chocies....ask me if I chose one. Nope. I got a BLT. Not to bad, right? But the fries were. Then the worst thing happened. I ordered a milkshake. A peanut butter cup milkshake to boot. Holy crap.
Wednesday I woke up with a new resolve. "I am going to stick to the program!" I told myself, unconvinced. Ugh. I did good on Wednesday. Then Thursday I ate some not so good things and then on Friday, I ate like I had no idea what the SparkDiet was! What on earth is wrong with me?? My downhill slide continued on through Sunday. I am embarassed to even THINK about the amount of calories I consumed. It was sick, sick, sick. I am sure I could have easily gained a lb or two...or three or five...in the past week. So I refused to weigh in on Friday.
One bright spot was my friends who just got back from a 3.5 week trip to South East Asia...they told me I was skinny. I guess to them, I am since last time they saw me I was about 8 lbs heavier. I did not feel skinny, however, as I stood there thanking them for their sweet compliment while gulping down my Starbucks Chai Tea Frappacino with whip and extra caramel. (mmm, BTW)
Sigh. The clock is ticking to the big reunion...you would think that would be enough for me to stop stuffing my face!!!