What a week, what a week. Last Saturday I weighed in at 271, then on Monday I got on the scale to see how things were going, I was so excited to see that I was down to 270, the official 30 lbs were gone! Then, Tuesday was my birthday and I didn't hold back on my eating. Something that I now regret. For breakfast that day I just ate a fiber bar, because I knew what was about to go down that day. For lunch we went to the best Mexican hole-in-the-wall place, which is a good 45 minutes from where we live, and never really get to go to. I had a burrito and a taco. That was the first mess up, I should have just stuck with the burrito. Then we did a lot of walking around and by dinner time we went to Red Lobster. Where I had lobster tail (dipped in butter of course), shrimp with a butter sauce, baked potato with butter and sour cream (the real stuff), lobster nachos, biscuits, salad..... Just a lot of FAT! ugh.... Trust me, it was so good when I was eating it and I didn't eat my entire dinner, but still. I should have just stuck with fish and steamed veggies, which is what i was going to eat, but then I thought, "hey, it's only your birthday once a year, why not?!"... ugh. Then when we got home, I had two cakes because I made one for myself and then my mother in law made one, which I didn't know about until after I made the other one. So, I proceeded to eat two slices of each. Yeah. WHAT THE HECK? Anyway, the past is the past, I can't go back. We got rid of the cakes and my kids ate my leftovers from that dinner the next day for lunch.
I got on the scale on Wednesday, dreading what I might see. 276 popped up. UGH! 276??!! I just gained 5 lbs in one day. Then throughout the week I kept checking to see how things were going. By Friday, I was back down to 271 and I tried to stay good so that I could have a good number for today's weigh in. Hoping and wishing that I would see that 270 number again, this morning I get on the scale to see...271. For the THIRD week in a row, I'm at this stupid number. 271....I hate you, 271. I just want to crawl in a hole and never come out. The worst part is that I can't really blame it on a plateau, this is all MY doing.
So, I'm pledging to myself today. Pledging to try my hardest. To make better choices. To lose this flippin' pound! Right now, as I type this my husband and boys are sitting eating bacon, eggs and grits for breakfast. I'm opting for a smoothie instead. I can do this, I know I can.