Ohhhhhh ladies. Where do I even begin?
I was doing so good until Friday at 4:30 when I got off work and decided to skip the gym in lieu of shopping with Hubby. I was all determined to go to the gym and get in a quick workout before date night with hubby. Then hubby decided to leave work early and meet me at my work at 4:30. He didn't have his gym clothes so we ended up at Walmart instead of the gym. (NOT that this is his fault in ANY way! I know he would have occupied himself for 40 mins if I had insisted on hitting the gym.) But I didn't. So we shopped a little and then hit Swiss Chalet for supper (I love this place!) I stuck with my menu plan and ordered the Santa Fe Chicken Sandwich with a baked potato. We also ordered Chicken Spring Rolls as an appetizer (YUM!) Then came the end of the meal. That dreaded time when the waitress comes over and asks you if you want dessert? Why didn't I say no??? WHY?
Instead I followed Scott's lead and ordered a Sundae. To my defense I tried to get it with frozen yogurt but they didn't have any. Luckily it wasn't huge and the amount of ice cream was limited but it was soo yummy! I should add that I also stuck to my movie plan and got a 100 calorie Aero bar and a bag of Baked Doritos. On a positive note, we had such a great date night!
Saturday came and I did great until the party started. I'll be posting a few pics of the party tonight since I have them all saved at home. The party was SOOO much fun! Everyone who came, dressed up and the costumes were really great!! I had such a great time and it was one of those nights where you just have the best time with all of your friends. It ended up turning into a dance party and we were all rocking it out until about 3:00am! So at least I wasn't sitting down all night. I was on my feet from about 6:00-3:00 in the morning. I don't think I sat down once. My legs and feet were so tired by the end of the night! I was also so busy mingling that I really didn't have TOO much time to eat. I did manage to indulge in 1 cupcake, two bites of taco dip and tostitos, 3 peanut butter balls (they were decorated like eyeballs, how could I resist??) and 2 sugar cookies. All in all, I don't think it was TOO awful. AND I managed to stick with my Raspberry Crystal Light and Orange Vodka (Yumm!) all night so the calories were pretty limited on the drink front.
Then came Sunday.
Scott and I had to get up and ready to get to a course we are taking by 11:00am. So we woke up at 8:00 (I don't even know why) to a house with people sprawled out everywhere, empty glasses and bottles everywhere and floors were disgusting (all the signs of a great party right?). Ugghh. I didn't even know where to start. Surprisingly, once people started to wake up, we all chipped in and it was decently tidy by the time we left the house at 10:30. Then after our course, I had a Christmas Craft Day with Scott's Mom, Aunt and Cousin. We all made Christmas wreaths (I will post a picture of my creation later tonight or tomorrow) Even though I wasn't feeling the hottest and I was super tired, it was a lot of fun. Scott's Mom had lunch all ready for us that consisted of Cabbage Rolls and Potato Salad so of course I dove right in. We got home just before supper and I spent about an hour sweeping and scrubbing the grime off the floors. By 5:00, the woodstove was going strong, the house was clean again and we were tired and hungry. BAD combination ladies. Pizza Shack was involved. Caesar Salad and Garlic Fingers. Ugh.
But I'm over it. I've been thinking about it all morning and I think I know where my problem lies. I've just gotten too comfortable. I like the way I look. If I stayed this weight for the rest of my life, I would be ok with that. But then I get this rise of panick in my stomach and I think.....what does that even mean??? What happens now? What do I do with myself now? I know I'm not ready for maintenance. I don't know why, I just don't feel like I am. I would like to lose another 5 lbs. But the motivation is hard to find because honestly, I like the way I look most days. I like the way my clothes fit, I like the fact that I'm a size 9 and sometimes even a 7. It's where I've always wanted to be. and now I'm here. What now?
I think I need to a few days to re-evaluate what I'm doing on this journey. Have any of you ladies gone through this before? I need some perspective.