I saw a lovely 142 on the scale yesterday morning, before the weekend hit in full force. Then yesterday I snacked lightly all day, but mostly on junk, and we went to Casino Night last night. This was (as always) a blast -- drinking and pseudo-gambling and door prizes and the women all dressed up fancy -- my friends and I joked that it's almost like the prom the way we've started getting ready for it! I wore the same $30 dress as last year (for shame! but it's a full-length thing so it's fun, and then after we got home I went onto Chadwick's clearance store and ordered two more really cheap ones to choose from for next year) but this year I bothered to do my hair properly. But this is off the subject -- last night I ate one plate of hors d'ouevres-type food but then proceeded to drink two glasses of wine and two beers over the four-hour evening, and then a smidge more wine at home. I never felt drunk but it sure affected me this morning!
To make matters worse, I ate THREE waffles at brunch this morning. Daniel opened the Irish butter and it was really outstanding (far superior to the "I Can't Believe It's Not New Zealand Butter", I might add) so I've felt compelled to enjoy it to excess. Dinner would have been healthy but I ate a quantity of French bread with butter as well. And popcorn now (but not with the butter -- the SmartPop stuff) and a beer. I'm starting to feel a bit gross. I am never eating again. Until I get hungry or someone offers me more legal junk food.
On the plus side, I did exercise at the gym on Friday -- 12 laps on the track (1 1/3 miles) and 30 minutes on the bike, plus leg lifts and leg curls. On Saturday morning I did the 30 minute walk-jog tape. Today I did nothing (except clean out under the basement stairwell, which ought to count for something).
Needless to say, after last night's excesses I was back up to 144 this morning and tomorrow will doubtless be worse. Ugh. This week I'm going to have to be really good.
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