24 Hours of Wickedness

I'd like to start the year with good news, but unfortunately, that's not going to happen. I contemplated just skipping this post. But, denial, river, Egypt. . . you know the old joke. I'll write it, deal with it, and then move on.

I got home late from work last Friday (12/29) and after eating dinner, I didn't have time to work out. After eating, it was nearly 7:45. To late for me to work out. I would have been up 1/2 the night. I get way too much of a rush and can't settle down for several hours after exercising. Late night exercising is not an option for me.

On Saturday morning, I stepped on the scale and was up almost 1.5 pounds. This gain (foreshadowing. . .) I didn't really understand. I hit the 40 pound mark for 1 day. Then I tumbled backwards. I lifted weights and did aerobics on Saturday before heading out for the holiday weekend. The rest of the day was not too far off plan, food wise. I did have pizza for supper but I ate way less than I would have 6 months ago. The day was also pretty active (I did about 40 flights of stairs at the water park). But, late Saturday and Sunday were my 24 hours of wickedness. I snacked. I ate bad food in too large of quantities. I had a beer (ok, that wasn't horrible in and of itself but added to everything else, it was just another 100+ calories I didn't need). The one redeeming factor in the 24 hour period of wickedness was that I did hit the fitness center at the hotel. I did 20 minutes of biking (yuck! I don't like stationary bikes. I like real biking) and 40 minutes on the treadmill.

Monday, other than not lifting like I should have, was back on plan. Good breakfast (yogurt and 1/2 of a muffing), good snack (medium apple), good lunch (grilled chicken and fruit) and good dinner (small serving of pasta, veggies, and red sauce), and finally an evening snack of rice cakes (50 puny calories).

Today, I stepped on the scale and I am up ANOTHER 2 pounds. That puts me at +3 for the week, -5.3 for this milestone, and -36.8 total. Oh goodness! I was WAY too arrogant when I thought 7 pounds was a no-brainer, let's for 10! Ugh. Now, I'm sure I'll miss the 7 pound goal.

I'll exercise tonight and make my exercise goal in total minutes; though I'll have 'extra' cardio and be short in lifting. My 24 hours of wickedness is over and I'm paying for it now. The thing I've learned is that I'm pretty sure it wasn't worth it. The pizza wasn't that good. The brownie was. Most other things that were wicked were eaten because it was easy, tempting, and convenient. My lesson is learned. No, sir, I do not need another.