Today was the day. I was forced to weigh-in after my horrible weekend of eating where I exhibited less self-control than a Lannister at a family reunion*. A birthday party did me in again. A cookout for my six-year-old cousin. I had eaten well all day knowing that there would be good food at dinner. And there was, but I was watching portions and doing ok…until time to open the presents. Somehow I ended up right beside a plate of homemade sugar cookies. So I tried one. They were delicious. So I had another… You know where this is going… six cookies later, I was saved by Coach Crystal, who gave me her seat on the couch (away from the cookies). I figured out later that those cookies had almost 200 calories each. Amazing how an extra 1200 calories can wreck an otherwise ok day.
So the weigh-in occurred and I was up, but not terribly so. I am not going to beat myself up for it. That is not productive. Besides, the guy in the Four Hour Body suggests a cheat day once a week (haha, how do you like that self justification — he also recommends what to eat on all the other days which seemed quite draconian to me (and which I am not doing)). Anyway, it is done and I am moving forward, but if I see either a man in black with breathing issues or a little blue monster, I am running the other way. I will not underestimate the dark side again… (well, I will try not to anyway.)
*By the way, if you missed the reference, you should read George R.R. Martin’s A Game of Thrones of the Fire and Ice Series. AWESOME!! I am reading the series for a second time and I have NEVER done that before. A more realistic and adult Tolkein…I love it!