For the past two years, I have been on and off Weight Watchers with a great deal of success. In fact, after a full 10 months off the program, I only gained back 5 pounds of what I had lost.
I started back in April to lose the last few pounds I hadn’t taken off the first time around (although my goal weight seems to shrink every day as I realize that I can easily reach much lower numbers than originally expected).
Following the program means I completely changed what I eat, not just how much: I eat whole foods 90 percent of the time, including lots of fruits and vegetables and whole grains. Unrelated to the program, but still a change for me, I became vegetarian in February 2008. And I exercise almost to the point of an obsession, mostly so that I can splurge on food sometimes and still lose weight.
So, what’s my point? What does any of that have to do with the title of this blog, you ask.
Well, I’ll tell you: This healthy lifestyle bites me in the butt when I have a rare off week, such as this past one.
It started off well enough. Saturday is the first day of my Weight Watchers week, so it’s fresh and new (tomorrow cannot come soon enough, let me tell you!). I worked out Saturday morning and again Sunday morning before going to the beach with a friend, where I swam in the Gulf of Mexico and took a long walk in the sand. I felt great. I had plenty of time to make up for the Mexican dinner we had on the way home from Mexico City Beach (yep, it was a Tex-Mex kinda day).
But on the way home, my shoulders and back started to feel scratchy: sunburn. By Monday morning, I had a headache and extreme pain. I called into work because I couldn’t even wear a bra. And that meant no workout. That also meant that I wanted comfort food, and nothing was going to stop me. Tuesday consisted of Butterfinger Minis at the movie theater and more Mexican for dinner. Wednesday included two Klondike bars, two slices of banana bread smeared with peanut butter (let me please make a plug here for Skippy Natural – so good you could die.) and Fritos dipped in light sour cream.
I woke up Thursday morning feeling not so good. Not so good at all.
You would think that was the end of it. You would think that waking up feeling like death one morning would force good choices the next day. And, really, I didn’t do all that bad on Thursday, in comparison. But Thursday was Chris’ birthday, and he wanted to go for a couple of drinks. I’ve never been much of a drinker, and these days, just one glass of alcohol leaves me feeling pretty gross. I had two last night.
Then I went home to make Chris steak for dinner and also made a packaged pasta side for both of us and a Boca burger with cheese for me. My tummy hurt by the time I fell asleep last night and this morning, I think I would be happy to just stop living for a while. It’s almost 8:30 a.m. now. I was up getting ready for work at 5:30. I’m only now starting to feel like I might live.
I have a healthy day of food lined up and will hopefully get in some form of a workout tonight. Thank goodness I get that fresh start tomorrow. The food orgy will stop, the workouts will resume and maybe – just maybe – I’ll lose next week whatever weight I probably gained this week.