Well, first things first:
Liz’s Guide to Falling Off the Wagon (which is what I originally titled this post)
1. Go to a holiday party.
2. Drink a lot of wine.
3. Eat way too much stuffing, green bean casserole, turkey, mashed potatoes, and sweets.
4. Slip into a food coma at approximately 7:30pm.
5. Wake up, go back and eat more food.
6. Use all of your weekly points….and more.
7. Swear off weight loss because it’s “too hard, damnit”.
Yep, that’s how you screw up. Last night, I overate for the first time in 6 weeks. And let me tell you – overeating does not normally feel great. But overeating after 6 weeks of awesome eating? Friggin’ terrible. All I wanted to do was go to bed, even while there was a fantastic party happening downstairs! It was rough. And by rough, I mean me whining incessantly to Walter on the phone. Poor guy.
It’s just the worst feeling ever. After weeks of good choices, one bad choice (or a string of bad choices in one evening) feels like a a complete and total failure. I know it’s not the end of the world, I know that I won’t gain the 18 pounds back in one evening, I know that it would be silly to stop with all of work I’ve already done – but it’s pretty disheartening nonetheless.
Which brings me to my next point: how to get back on the wagon. I’m not sure that I have this one down yet, but here’s what I did today:
Tracked everything I ate today.
Worked out for much longer than usual.
Ate a salad with smoked salmon for dinner.
Wrote a blog post about how I fell off the wagon.
And that’s that.
(You’ll notice there are no photos in this post. I didn’t want photographic evidence of my misdeeds.)