after a tasty pizza dinner at Giordano's in Chicago
I've tracked everything since Tuesday morning and I still have a few weeklies left, so it's not THAT bad. But my WLJ seems to live and die with my momentum, good and bad. When I start eating crap, I want to keep eating crap, and I start to lose focus on my goals. I'm happy with how far I've come, but I need to keep reminding myself of where I ultimately want to be- closer to the Giselle end of the body spectrum.
On the positive side, it was really nice to see everyone this past weekend and my inner attention-whore enjoyed getting compliments on my weight loss from people I hadn't seen in awhile. I've mentioned before that I haven't been at my current weight since junior year of college; it's weird to think that my friends from law school had never seen me even within 30 pounds of this weight. There's always a part of me that tries to rationalize that I wasn't THAT heavy for THAT long, but in reality it took me 7 years of gaining and yo-yo-ing to get my shit in gear. Better late than never?
I'm pledging to have a solid, OP weekend. Yesterday was of questionable quality- I had to go to court in PA and, as is too often the case when I'm cranky about waking up early to drive, I allowed myself McDonalds breakfast. Which wouldn't have been so bad if I didn't follow that with a french vanilla cappuccino on the drive back, a lunch of soft pretzels and a giant cupcake, and a bunch of randomass candy sprinkled throughout the day. My GHGs were mostly a failure and my stomach was telling me to go eff myself by the end of the day. BUT.. I went to the gym this morning for Body Sculpt and Zumba and have some healthy meals planned for today and tomorrow. Hopefully I can finally tell myself that I'm not on vacation anymore and that my thighs would appreciate it if I stopped eating like I am.