Hard Fall

So the reason I started this blog was to keep myself accountable to my diet.  It's really easy to cheat and decide that "today just doesn't matter because I'm really stressed" when no one knows that you're on a diet (except your husband, who can't yell at your eating if you're chowing down at work).  So I told myself that if I committed to being brutally honest and posting it on here that I'd hopefully stay on track. 

Then came last weekend.  I fell off the wagon.  Hard.  I have to say though that it didn't start off my fault.  Last week I was saving calories all week for Dawn's bachelorette party on Saturday.  Her sister was making all kinds of yummy treats so I really wanted to be able to eat those.  Friday caught me by surprise though.  Someone brought puppy dog tails for breakfast, which for those of you who aren't from Minneapolis are delicious cinnamon roll twists that come with an entire cup of home made frosting.  So I had one, knowing that I had my super healthy soup for lunch.  Then at team breakfast I was told that the team was going comp shopping (they'd forgotten to invite me earlier), so we ate at Chipotle on the way.  I only had one taco, but topped it off with chips and guac.  After suffering the rest of the day I was fairly good for dinner, but then I picked up a big bag of PB M&M's for dessert.  FAIL!  To give myself credit, I did measure out only 2 servings though instead of eating the entire bag by myself.  (Note: the bag says 7 servings but I really did measure and there were probably only 4 total, since the bag was almost empty after I took 2 out) 

Saturday was fabulous and I had a good breakfast and lunch. All except for the ton of butter I loaded on my yummy roll from the Diner.  I hadn't had butter in two weeks and I.Love.Butter.  It was nice to have lunch with Ashley and Elliott and to hear that Elliott had struggled over the winter and was cutting back too.  I think I'll have to get some tips from him because he's lost 40lbs over the past few years.  Dinner was another story.  Chicken fingers, fries, puppy chow (not too much, to give me credit), and a scotcharoo.  ugh!  I wanted to die on Sunday after gorging, which tells you how far I've come.  Looking back I could have downed all that without a blink and eating more sweets no sweat! 

Anyways, I've tried really hard today to get back on track and even took the time to make dinner at 8pm tonight after working late AND forcing myself to still work out.  So I have hope that I can salvage this diet and truly make it a life change.  Stay posted!