Weigh In Day-Week 6 + Gorge-fest

Current Weight: 154.4

Last Week: 155.9

Goal: 138

I decided to post my weekly weigh-in a day early. Why, do you ask? Well, because frankly, I’ve been sitting here for the last two hours contemplating whether I should just crawl underneath my desk and die or I should go to the hospital to have my stomach pumped.  Either way would make me feel a WHOLE lot better.  Don’t worry; I’m not having an emergency or some extreme pain. I am just really, really, really uncomfortable.

 Again, why, do you ask? It’s because today is the Chili Cook-Off Day at work.  That means that 20 or so people were kind enough to make their own special batch of homemade chili, bring it to work in a huge crock-pot, and allow everyone that is employed at this wonderful establishment to sample their special concoction.  And to make this very special occasion even more glutinous, freshly made movie-theater-butter popcorn, chocolate AND vanilla ice cream, AND 17 different varieties of baked cookies will also be provided for our sampling pleasure.

I knew this was going to be a cheat meal when I started the day, so I went ahead and weighed myself this morning. And thank God I did.  Because I’ll tell you: With all that I shoveled into my mouth today, I should weigh 827 pounds tomorrow.  (I know it’s sort of cheating, but one day early is ok, right? I mean, I know tomorrow I could be up on the pounds, but then by next Friday I will have worked it all off plus some. So why not keep my momentum good, right?)

Being the cool, sophisticated, level-headed, ‘always-know-when-to-say-that’s-enough’, freaking bad-ass chica that I am (please note the sarcasm), you would think that I would behave responsibly and only indulge in one teeny bowl of chili. But NOOOO. I had to go ALL out. I had 4 bowls of chili. Yep, that’s right folks, I wrote a big fat 4. But I only filled the bowls half way with chili; that should count for something, right?! Nope. Because the other half I loaded up with full-fat shredded cheese, sour cream, and freaking Frito's.  Then to top off my gorge-fest of the year, I went to the ice cream machine, plopped BOTH vanilla and chocolate ice cream into a bowl and topped it with the most gigantic double-chocolate chip cookie I could find on the tray.  Holy shit I’m a complete idiot.

Just kill me now.

The only thing I can say to redeem myself is that I knew this was coming. I knew that I was going to go overboard today.  So I prepped my mental capacities to accept that every once in awhile the need for a little, or in my case today, a lot of an extra treat is completely ok. And I don’t need to beat myself up about it. I just need to get my bulging gut downstairs when I get home and work out.  That doesn’t sound like it should be redemption to what I did, but knowing what I was getting into, accepting it, and knowing that I need to work extra hard tonight makes me feel a tad better about it.  Rather than: having a horrific day, going home and eating a carton of rocky road, followed by a block of cheese, and finally washing it down with a 12-pack.  Then, about 5 minutes later I feel like total crap. Not physically. Well, maybe physically too. But mainly, I mentally feel like crap. I kick the shit out of myself mentally until I feel so horrible that I get depressed, crawl into a little ball, and just give up on the ‘getting healthier’ adventure all together. At least that’s been my MO up until this year.

It kinda makes sense, in my completely backwards, unusual, and insane way I put together my thoughts.

So anyway, I wanted to post today that despite my little mess up of not working out last weekend or on Monday of this week, I lost 1.5 pounds! YEAH!  I really think that Herbalife is helping. I’ve been religious about trading my breakfast and lunch for a shake this week. And I’ve been eating pretty good in the evenings, about 95% of the time. Buy hey, that’s the best I’ve done with my calorie intake ever!  I usually screw up majorly, not just for one meal or one snack, but for the whole day.  Then that one ‘bad’ day lasts all week.  So I’m pretty proud of myself that I did what I did this week.

I’m planning on finishing up this week with doing my P90X workouts every morning (Fri., Sat., and Sun.) Then, I’ll get back on track with Monday being my ‘start’ day.  Even if I exercise tonight (which I totally plan on it), and then just once this weekend, I’ve still hit my goal of exercising at least 3 times a week.  That makes me extremely happy.

On a side note: I did the Legs & Back DVD yesterday morning, and MOTHER OF PEARL I am sore! I had to clean up under my printer this morning when I got to work (the printer is the size of a Volkswagen, maybe even bigger, and you have to sit on the floor to reach the area to be cleaned) and to get off the floor, I literally had to roll myself onto my stomach, then get on my hands and knees, and use the printer to pull myself up. I am so glad no one walked in to witness that little spectacle.

It’s going to be a full weekend of exercise, tile laying (bathroom renovation), and college basketball. I can’t wait! Maybe I'll post some renovation pics this weekend.  I know you're all on pins and needles about that one.

Enjoy your weekend everyone!