Welp, after getting to 234.4 on Saturday morning, I promptly undid my progress by doing the following:
- eating at Ruths Chris and not making healthy choices because, dammit, I had never been to Ruths Chris and I wanted to eat ALL THE THINGS. It was good, but in retrospect, it wasn't THAT good.
- late night coffee from Starbucks after sitting in traffic for 1.5 hours right outside of Philadelphia. I was exhausted and hungry, so I got coffee. Derp?
- Demolishing leftover pizza once I finally got home. Around midnight.
- Using not feeling well on Sunday (probably due to the crap food I ate on Saturday, not to mention the glass of wine I had) as an excuse to consume handfuls of Cheez-Its.
The scale was back up to 238 Monday morning, and after consuming mass quantities of water yesterday, down to 236.6 this morning. I need to get it down to 235.8 to win my DietBet, and I am kicking myself because I was THERE. And I blew it.
At least I looked/felt cute on Saturday?
Fall down, get back up. What does the glorious Jinkx Monsoon say?