After 7 weeks of almost-daily exercise, eating tiny amounts of only healthy, low-caloric, low-glycemic food, and losing 16 pounds of excess baggage (!), bringing me to within 1 pound of my last-December-wedding-weight, I fell off the wagon last night. In a really BIG way.
Let's just say that when I decide to binge-eat, I don't fool around, I go WHOLE HOG. I say "decide," but that's not entirely accurate. It's almost as if I was in a fugue state of "I know I shouldn't do this, but I can't stop myself." I noticed as I was bustling around in the kitchen, preparing my splurge-dinner, I was salivating like a starving dog.
My dinner: TWO Nathan's hot dogs with soft, fluffy buns, and all the trimmings--onions, sauerkraut, honey mustard and Dijon mustard, catsup, pickle relish. And a beer. And TWO lemon cupcakes with buttercream frosting with pearl sugar and crushed up lemon drops in the icing. It was a fabulous meal. I didn't feel guilty; I felt sated and swooning from the savory meat, the bitter alcohol and the 70-billion tons of refined sugar.
The result: I gained FOUR pounds on the scale this morning. How is that possible, gaining four pounds in 12 hours? Now I feel guilty. It's a good thing the guns are locked up.
So, back up on that wagon. And back down to the basement for some grunt-and-sweat time with my elliptical.
(Secret confession: It was almost worth it).
1 comment:
It was just FLUID RETENTION!
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