What Diet?

Oh boy.

So, as I had said before our great time at the show wasn’t without its stressful moments. I also should have mentioned I pretty much ate the weight of two elephants while I was at it, this past weekend. Meh! I know. I was on a roll last week, and I was so motivated. I refused chocolate, and I stuck with my plans. I felt like a damn champ! Then, Saturday happened and I had myself 6 pieces of pizza, a salad, two brownies, two hamburgers, and about a gallon of sweet tea. I seriously could have swallowed a whole large pizza to myself had I not realized I was the only one left eating. Yea..and that was just Saturday. I had this whole morning work out planned for the day, but it rained. Now, I know I have a treadmill, but when you’ve been doing nothing but running inside for two weeks, you need a little change. Does that sound like an excuse to you?? Yea, because it was. But anyway, at one point this weekend I also had myself about 3/4 of a container of Chips Ahoy! Chewy Chocolate Chip cookies and a big ass taco salad (with the shell). Don’t judge.

On Monday and Tuesday, I didn't work out. To make matter worse, on one of those days I overate! People, I’m not proud of this. I was supposed to do a weigh-in over at My Fitness Pal on Monday, but I was way too ashamed to get my ass on the scale. I really really need to work on my impulse control and stress eating. I do it every single time! I’ll have a good two weeks and then do something to completely sabotage it. It’s miserable! I feel miserable. I look miserable. It’s like I freakin' binge eat! Only I don’t plan on throwing it back up because that would be wasteful.

Seriously, this bad habit of mine along with the stress, caused me to break out over the weekend. I look awful today! It also caused me to get all bloated. But more importantly, it completely screwed my “good thing” that I had going, up. I got my ass back on track Tuesday. I hope I can keep it up. I need to figure out how to control the amount I eat. And I really have to do something about the weekends. When I’m out and about it’s just so much easier to get take-out or fast food instead of making and packing a lunch. I’ll go in dead set on a salad and come out with a double meat double cheese. No control, what-so-ever.

To further my humiliation, and to give me some damn good motivation I’m thinking of posting pictures as I progress. Nothing says “get your ass to working out” more than embarrassing pictures of your jiggle up on the net, right? Eh, it’s an idea. Once I take the pictures I’ll let you know what the plans are. They may have to stay in a little black box buried in the backyard, but we’ll see.

Something’s gotta give. I have to kick my ass in gear. I know I can do this because I have before. Unfortunately back then I had way too much extra time on my hands so I could spend hours working out if I wanted to. Nowadays, I’d have to be up before the sun and we all know how I feel about that idea, right? Gr. Here’s to some much-needed changes.