Remember last week when I promised I would tell you when I fell asleep in the control tower? This was the weekend. It was an awesome weekend, don’t get me wrong – my beautiful, brilliant, cousin Lucy graduated from high school and had a wonderful party full of family and friends. I co-hosted a baby shower for my equally beautiful and brilliant friend Kate who is anxiously awaiting the birth of her son Tiberius. Ok, his name isn’t Tiberius but I like calling him that. The shower was terrific – lots of fun and funny womenfolk eating, drinking, and generally making merry.
The truth is that I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off all weekend. I didn’t work out and I didn’t have much control over my food options. I also made really good friends with a pitcher of mimosas which was entirely my own fault. The scale was well aware of my indiscretions this morning….so much so that it didn’t even show my weight – it just screamed.
So, I fell off the wagon for a couple of days….and my 36th birthday is tomorrow and I have less than 60 days til my brother’s wedding. Here’s the thing – I did TRY to take control of the situations. I kept my portion sizes small, passed on hors d’ouevres, and drank a lot of water. I think the chief downfall here was sodium (which I couldn’t control) and alcohol (which I could but didn’t). Thus, I must gather the lessons learned, dust myself off, and move on.
- I CAN have a mimosa at a party – I cannot have 8
- Orange juice has a lot of sugar and empty calories, as does champagne
- I have to make more of an effort to slow down and be mindful of what I’m drinking
- Drinking more water and going right back to eating right will nip this thing in the bud in no time
- I’m really fun when I have a pitcher of mimosas in one hand and another pitcher in my belly…but that’s not exactly a good reason to do it
- Weekends like this happen. It’s done. Get over it.
- I REALLY need to work out tonight
I really have more important things to dwell on than this weekend’s crimes and misdemeanors…like the fact that my Gyno is asking me if I want to freeze eggs. I want to bring her a dozen grade A jumbos the next time I see her and tell her to freeze them because I might want an omelet later. I could also dwell on the fact that driving my rental car (car is in the shop for body work) is like driving a shoebox….or that my maid hasn’t cleaned the apartment, done laundry, or gone grocery shopping in at least a week. I’d slap that bitch around but I’ve been told by leading experts and the Catholic Church that self-abuse is wrong.
And on that note, please refrain from abusing yourselves and try to leave the weekend in the past and start the week fresh. Hope everyone has a great week!
fitness forsaken 