I made some great food decisions this weekend and several more fun ones. Haha! I was going to write “poor” decisions, but that wasn’t accurate. My food and drinks tasted great! All billion calories of them!
I had Mexican with my parents Friday night. I ate about a basket of chips with salsa, the vegetarian combo A (which means nothing to you, but I forgot what it included) and a 25-oz Dos Equis Amber. I was feeling a weeeee bit weighed down after all that, but I stayed active for the next couple hours while I shopped with mi madre.
I went for a 2-mile run on Saturday morning, aaaaand that was the only legit workout I managed to squeeze into my busy weekend. Sadface.
I didn’t do too well at my cousin’s grad party Saturday. LOTS of snacks, grazing and a few beers. But I was standing and walking around a lot, so that’s good?? I met my friends that evening at a riverside restaurant/bar and ordered a salad! And a beer.
We boated out to a sandbar afterward and camped out on the river. More beers were consumed. Many bugs bit me.
The next morning we headed back to the mainland for breakfast. I had an omelet with green peppers, onions and tomatoes (yay veggies!), hashbrowns and toast. And two Bloody Marys.
WOW! I swear I’m not an alchy. Sure sounds like it, though. Just being honest. And that’s not the end of it …
Since I slept MAYBE 30 minutes on the sandbar (I’m the worst sleeper EVER), I went back to my parents’ house for a shower and two-hour nap. Then I met my friends at a different Mex restaurant where they were just finishing up an early dinner (linner? dunch?). I ganked some free chips and salsa while they attempted to finish their humongous margaritas.
We returned to the sandbar to pack up tents and other leftovers from nights prior, enjoy the weather before it rained … and drink a couple more beers. The clouds were rolling in, so we went back to our friends’ apartment and chilled. We ordered Pizza Hut stuffed-crust pizzas that were sooo good and sooo bad all at the same.
It had been a tiring weekend in the sun and heat, and we had just eaten ourselves silly, but we eventually peeled ourselves off the couch and walked/yawned our way downtown. Is it sad I was excited for a 0.5-mile walk? Well, as excited as a superduper wornout person can get. My body was obviously craving exercise.
I had a Captain Diet and a MGD 64 while we were downtown, but I just could not wake up. We hung out awhile and played darts, but by midnight Liz and I were beat. We walked (yay walking!) back to the apartment and called it a night.
I actually slept eight hours that night! First time in a long time. I met my friend Heidi for lunch at yet another Mexican restaurant Monday afternoon. We sat outside and enjoyed the sun and some long-overdue girltalk. And here’s a first: We didn’t even finish a basket of chips between the two of us! Holla. I had a cheese quesadilla and a Pacifico with a lime. It really felt like summer, and I loved every minute of it.
I spent the rest of the day doing laundry and watching an NCIS marathon. I had never even watched that show before, so I obviously wasn’t invested in it. Why didn’t I go for a run, a walk, ANYTHING?! Meh. It felt so wonderful to just kick my feet up and lie on the couch at mom and dad’s … so I did that.
I decided to stick around for dinner, and my dad grilled a veggie burger for me and hamburgers for himself and mom. It sure was a nice way to round out the holiday weekend.
Now, with all that eating, drinking, and minimal exercise, how much do you think I gained? A billion pounds?
I couldn’t bear to weigh myself Monday night after I got back to my apartment, so I waited until yesterday morning. And the damage was ..... 4 or 5 lbs. I weighed 153. Yikes! Haven’t seen that number in a long time.
I woke up this morning at 151.4. Better, but still no good. 0.4 lbs out of my WW Lifetime range, actually, so I will not be weighing in this week.
Now that I’m back in the groove of eating normally and actually drinking WATER, my weight and bloat is decreasing as I expected. I kickboxed tonight and went for a run afterward (to celebrate National Running Day!), and I just weighed myself at 150.2.
Believe me, I’ve been eating. More cals than usual but considerably less than this bender of a weekend. I blame the majority of the weightgain on water retention. Hello, three Mexican restaurants and numerous drinks! Thank goodness I’ve gotten back on track right away.
Let me say I’m AMAZED (and slightly appalled) after typing all that. I love holiday weekends, but come on, that was a bit ridiculous.
Holy crap long post. Peace out.