This week I lost 4 lbs. It’s a nice number to see on the scale considering my gain last week. It’s also nice considering the nutso week I’ve had.
Friday night I went away on an annual girls weekend in Niagara Falls. There’s always drinking and gambling and it’s awesome. This year, instead of a steak and loaded baked potato, I ordered the grilled chicken breast (and then removed the skin), rice and steamed vegetables. I did have one glass of wine, but that was it in terms of hooch. I still had a great time, I still got to see my friends and I still got to laugh my ass off. I also still managed to lose some money at the casino, thus proving myself wrong in that I figured I only did badly there because I was drinking. Einh.
There was a hangover breakfast the next morning at IHOP, where I had poached eggs, wheat toast and some hash browns. Again, the world didn’t end because I didn’t get to pig out on the Strawberry-Banana Pancakes like I would have in years past. I still had a great time, because the trip isn’t about food. LIFE ISN’T ABOUT FOOD for me anymore. It feels really good to feel this way. I know that I yo-yo back and forth with that feeling, some days it’s easy to feel that way, sometimes food is all I can think about, but the good days are starting to outweigh the bad.
On Sunday I had a date with a boy I met through eHarmony. That’s right! I’ve started to online date. It’s about as terrible as it sounds and I swear if one person comments that “I know someone who met their gf/bf online and now they’re married/blissfully happy/having their first baby”, I will smack them (at least virtually). I hate doing it, but it’s impossible to meet guys since I don’t frequent bars and I figured it was worth a shot. The date was neither bad nor good, but I won’t see him again. He was nice and good-looking but there was no chemistry.
However, the date meant that I ate out AGAIN and avoided disaster for a third time. That must be some kind of personal record and I’m extremely proud of myself.
Something else I’m proud of? It’s my one year anniversary!
I’ve been losing weight and blogging about it for one year. In that year I’ve had more success than I ever could have dreamed of.
I have lost 122.4 lbs
I have lost 19.7 BMI points
I have lost six sizes on my bottom half and five sizes on my top half
I have lost the swelling and bruising in my ankles
I have gained the ability to run
I have gained confidence in myself beyond how I look
I have gained my life back
And it feels pretty fucking awesome.