I have a little confession to make. I'm slowly getting back into my old routine. Looking back on the past week I've realized that I've snuck a few extra bites here, a couple there. And of course, it's reflected in my weigh-in this week. Maybe now that I've realized it, I can get myself back on track. Like Thursday morning, for example, after the final walk-through at our house (it's so great to be able to say that!), we went to Country Cookin' for breakfast before we had to go to Warrenton for closing. I had a HUGE breakfast. Maybe not as big as I used to have, but big enough. I kinda TOTALLY blew out portion sizes, reasoning with myself that it's breakfast and therefore it'll be fine. Then on Friday, my parents and I went out to a Chinese buffet. Okay, let me just say up front that anything "buffet" is almost guaranteed BAD for a diet. I was good and got a good helping of green beans, but I got crab rangoons. For those of you that don't know, crab rangoons are crab, cream cheese, shallots, and a couple other ingredients wrapped and DEEP FRIED in wonton wrappers. Well, when I've had them in the past, they've been large enough that one, possibly two, would equal a portion size. Not this night. China Garden had little bite-size ones. Oh...holy...crap! I told myself to be good and I only grabbed about 5. Really good, right? Well, I was then really bad and went up for seconds. Of just about everything! Yes, even the beans (again, my twisted reasoning said that that was okay). I wasn't hungry anymore after the first plate. I was satisfied. After the second plate, I felt stuffed to the gills. Safe to say I didn't have dessert that night.
So, all that said, I'm going to try to get back on track. And this week's lucky number is...
246. Yes, I lost another two pounds. I'm excited, don't get me wrong, but I honestly didn't think I would, or even should have. And, I'll admit, I'm a little nervous about moving out. Mom's always made a balanced meal. I guess it was a good thing I started this while Mike and I still lived with mom and dad, or else I wouldn't have been able to get off the ground. After this week I'll have to fend for myself as far as planning meals. When Mike and I lived next to work, 99% of my meals consisted of pasta, pasta, and more pasta. No wonder at my weight, right? It'll be a challenge, but I'm really excited about using my own kitchen, so hopefully I'll come up with some good stuff...or at least something edible!
So tune in next time, kids. We'll get to see what I whip up in my own kitchen. We'll also get to see what I look like...hopefully at least 20 pounds lighter...?