We All Go A Little Crazy Sometimes

Went out on day 58, never again will I drink that much. I think it was my pre-St. Patrick’s Day party, but I was the only one who knew about the festivity. I did shot after shot, and 2-for-1’s not my best plan. I had a great time and do not regret anything I did. I did get so tore up that I had to leave my car in Cedar Rapids on Friday night, I haven’t been that drunk in a very long time, and it felt good to let go and have fun. As the bar closed, I kept punching my friends yelling for Cheetos. We stopped at the gas station and as my friend went in, some drunk fool (not me, someone new) tried to climb into the passenger seat with me. Like actually sitting on my lap and trying to fasten the seat belt. I should have grabbed him and started yelling “I CAUGHT ME A MAN!!!” In a fit of panic I freaked out and was all “OMG WHAT R U DOING???” He left after that, and so did we, hilarious. We got back to my friends house and we both opened the car doors at the same time and a bunch of his papers flew out of the car, I ran after them and my pants fell down. Picture it, me in the parking lot of an apartment building, chasing receipts with my pants down around my ankles. I was a mess, and I ate horrible that following Sunday, day 60 and Tuesday, day 62.

Let me tell you I was expecting horrible numbers on the scale. I expected to gain at least 2 pounds. Why did I expect such a large gain on day 63…let me just say I ate out at 3 different restaurants the day before. I know Tues was a bad day for me, but I don’t regret it because it was good and it satisfied my cravings. Well, until Friday morning, day 65 I was running late to work and decided to get BK Lounge for breakfast. Which is stoopid because I keep cereal and milk at work for my b-fasts. This fast food is killing me, I could feel it messing up my system, but it tastes good. I haven’t ate out since Friday morning, but I could sure tell that I was stress eating.

Then, I went insane on Thurs and picked a fight with a good friend, for no other reason than I went crazy. I deleted her from my life, she wrote me an e-mail, and brought me back to reality. I apologized, and hope everything is ok. I’m sure if we lived closer she would have bitch slapped me a la Joan Collins. Only because I needed it mind you, but it would have been all very Dynasty. Drama where ever I go, I’m starting to realize that I seem to create most of it. So, to deal with all that I eat, because I wanted to, or subconsciously I wanted to pick a fight so I could rationalize in my mind that it was ok to stress eat. I made some bad choices this past weekend, and it is entirely possible that the scale will show it. Though I didn’t use nearly as many points as I did the previous weekend because I didn’t drink.

I have been working out, well walking. I walked last wed, thurs, and fri, and this mon. I didn’t walk yesterday because I forgot my id, and they would not let me in. I like to work out on a dreadmill, I mean treadmill, because I can control the speed and the incline. I used to hate working out, I would make jokes that I would rather be water boarded than work out, but now I kind of like it, I use up some of the pent up energy that I have. I do have a horrible story about working out…well horribly funny. Monday I jumped on treadmill 3 and started going. As a bigger guy I noticed right away that the belt was slipping, so I jumped off and moved to number 2. Well this girl showed up and got on number 3 and started going. I was under the assumption that the belt was slipping because I was larger and my weight was making it stick. LOL NOPE. She started going, and it slipped, and bit it. She fell on her ass and slid right off, she was looking at me like I was supposed to not laugh and help her up. Well, let me tell you that if I would have gotten off that treadmill I would not have gotten back on. Its hard for big girl to slow down once we get momentum. Am I right ladies?

So what was the result last week, the scales tipped that’s for sure. They tipped in my favor. I lost 1.4 pounds, bringing my total weight lost to 31.6 pounds. I was astonished, how could I have drank so much and eaten out that much with no repercussions. It dawned on me that the scales may catch up to me this week which is unfortunate, I really do not want to gain, but if I do I know that I ate out, stress ate and drank like a fish, and I cannot do those things if I want to be able to walk out of my pants.