Diary of a Mad Fat Woman

Okay, so the week prior to Memorial Day I had been busting my butt to get out of the 170s.  I was so sick of getting on the scale and look at that gosh darn 7.  Every time I saw 174 I wanted to throw the scale across the room.  I was determined to make into the 160s before our annual Memorial Day Luau so I worked extra hard. 

Guess what….I did it!  The Friday I left for Atlanta I weighed 167.  This was a number I can’t ever remember seeing in my whole entire life.  The last time I weighed 160 something, I was probably sporting hot pink leggings and high bangs while doing the typewriter to "You Can’t Touch This".  Needless to say when I saw that 6 in the ten’s place, I had my own mini celebration all around the bathroom. 

Anyway, I must have lost some of my brain along with those extra pounds because when I got to Atlanta I was out of control.  The night before I left I spent hours neatly packing clean snacks to take with me.  I wanted to make sure I didn’t fall off the wagon.  Well, a lot of good that did.   I tried my very best to stay clean but it’s really hard when you around a bunch of skinny chicks devouring everything in sight.  I did pretty good Friday.  I managed to escape the grasp of the homemade chocolate chip cookies and Chic-fil-a combos.  I even passed on the Starburst and other sweet treats everyone ate for breakfast Saturday morning.  I enjoyed a hot bowl of oatmeal, a quick weight lifting session, and a long jog.  Yea me!!!

Yeah right!  By Saturday evening my defensing were down.  The smell of BBQ ribs, jerk chicken, creamy spinach dip, Angus burgers, and  lemon squares danced across my nostrils.  You can only work around food for so long before it begins to beckon for your embrace.  How could I ignore the sound of the tender morsals longingly calling my name?  One nimble here, a little bite there, and before I knew it I was out of control.  Lean protein, complex carbs, and whole grains went out the window.  I dropped them like a bad habit!  Let’s not even discuss the frosty Margaritas I glupped down on all night long.  

Of course we woke up Sunday morning to a frig full of left overs.  I couldn’t let my friends finish them off all alone.  That would be rude of me.  So being the kind and helpful individual that I am, I had a couple more ribs and lemon squares.  I must have been CRAZY!

Needless to say, when I got home that Monday I felt like I had a stomach full of lead.  For some strange reason I thought I was going to be able to keep my little love affair with food a secret from my faithful companion the scale.  Well,  he knew exactly what I had been doing the past couple of days and wasn’t afraid to call me on it.  A whopping 176 pounds…..wtf? I didn’t think it was possible to gain 9 pounds in 2 days.

I guess I should have known I couldn’t sneak one past my body.  Now 4 days later I still trying to rid myself of all the garbage I consumed this past weekend.  What was I thinking?  I don’t know what I was thinking then, but I sure do know what I’m thinking now.  Those 2 days of tongue teasing was not worth the sacrifice of 8 pounds, a stomach ached, and self disappointment.

I’m back on the grind now.  I’ve been pushing myself extra hard since I returned home.  I will see my long lost friend 167 again before the end of next week.  That’s a promise.  After all, it’s not how many times you fall down, it’s the number of times you get back up that matters most!   Right?

Well it’s Monday,June 2 and guess who I saw this morning……… my long lost friend 167.  Only 5 days after this post.  YEA, I’m so happy to have him back (at least for a little while).  It’s going to be a short relationship because I plan to drop him for the 150s soon!

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