This is the day I would typically hide. This is the day that I would just tell you about the cute curtains that my mom made and pretend like nothing else is going on.
Today I went to WW and have gained 3.2 lbs this week. That's a BIG gain. A big gain I am not going to hide behind. I know what I did. I know I ate out a ton. I know I didn't track a damn thing. I know I almost ate my weight in Mexican food last night and sucked down a big old margarita. I knew it was all happening and I did nothing to stop it. I could give you all the reasons why I didn't stop it, but none of it really matters because this is not going to be the only time it happens.
When I woke up this morning I knew it was weigh in day. I thought to myself, "Oh...I'm just not going to go. I'll go next week when my friend starts up with me." Then I had a thought that I would go and afterwards would pick up a quick breakfast on the way to the office, which just means I'm picking up fast food.
When I walked into WW I took off all my jewelry and used the bathroom first. I knew well that no amount of jewelry or pee was going to undue what I had done that week though. After weighing in the leader said, "What I am proud of is that you are here. Most just hide these weeks and then we're lucky to get them back." It was then that I realized it was a shitty week. A shitty week that I don't have to repeat this week.
So, instead of getting fast food I walked into Trader Joe's next door and picked up an apple, some edamame, a salad for lunch, a yogurt and a breakfast bar. Then I sat in the car and put all the food that I knew I would eat into my tracker.
While I'm not going to lie...it sucks. Thing is, I'm not going to feel any better if I live in denial and pretend like it didn't happen. So, here's to making this week a better one!