As I approached yesterday’s scale date, I had mixed feelings. I wasn’t sure if I was going to have lost weight or not, and I hadn’t weighed myself for a few days.
Truth is, I had quite a weekend. My grandparents celebrated their 65th anniversary, and our whole family gathered at a hotel to celebrate. There was eating, drinking and a wicked game of Family Feud. High points of the weekend included me ordering the low-cal/fat Dragonfire Chicken instead of a sandwich or burger at TGI Friday’s, ordering a steak with fresh veggies and subbing rice pilaf for “loaded mashed potatoes” for lunch on Sunday, and getting in 2 workouts in the hotel’s exercise room on Saturday and Sunday. Low points included 2 pieces of Papa John’s pizza replete with Papa’s love potion (aka, the garlic butter sauce), a couple margaritas and a “snack-sized” Reese’s PB cup McFlurry.
I definitely made some good choices, and I definitely caved to a few of my cravings. So…how did the week pan out on the scale?
Thankfully pretty well! I am down another 1.8, for a total of 4.2 pounds in 2 weeks. Only 10.8 to go!
This week is going to be nuts, and I fear I could be topping the “Roseanne” mark on that awesome celebrity scale above for next week’s weigh-in. I had dinner with my brother last night at Rick Bayless’s Xoco (Dining Away from the Desk post coming soon), I am planning martinis for this evening, tomorrow is a Cub’s rooftop game (all I can eat and drink…good lord, it’s A LOT) and I am going out of town this weekend, which could get dangerous. I’m going to try to squeeze in as many workouts as I can, but let’s face it, if I’m up past 10 p.m., there is v. little chance I’ll actually get up in the morning to work out…especially when I have a fresh transfusion of passion fruit martinis flowing through my veins. We’ll just have to see how next week’s weigh-in goes. I’m hoping it’s not too terrible, but seems like it could get ugly.