I spent the weekend at D's parents' house. That means not only did I eat like shat, I feel like I didn't get a weekend! I thought about coming home Saturday afternoon, but quickly got rid of that notion. Five to fifteen cm of snow and 50km winds? No thank you. I'm proud to say I did 30 mins on the treadmill Saturday, and that doesn't usually happen when I'm there. (I also shoveled snow for 30 mins when I got home yesterday)
Despite eating 2/3 of a 9X13 pan of taco dip by myself, I lost 1.2 pounds last week. I ate really good Monday to Friday afternoon and exercised a few times. I need to figure something out. My problem is weekends that I'm not at home. If I'm at home, I'm ok. When I'm not, I go into holiday mode and eat my face off. If I have any hope of being where I want to be by July, I need to stop this. D has hockey every Friday and Saturday until at least the middle of February. If I continue to eat well during the week and then boycot vegetables on the weekend it will take forever to lose this weight.
To "fix" this, I could just stay home instead of going to the hockey games. While, in theory, that cures the bad eating, it also leaves me alone for almost the entire weekend. Loneliness often leads to mindless eating. So I could possibly end up eating just as much, but all alone!
Seems like a catch 22. I guess I just need to be 100% committed. I don't feel guilty about eating the way I did on the weekend. I went to H-ville knowing I was going to! I just know that the number on the scale could have been lower.
Oh well. Enough about that. In two weeks I get to meet my beautiful bridesmaids in Reg to look for dresses and I can't wait!! We're getting married six months from yesterday. There is so much to do. We're having a slight problem figuring out supper. This is where the SW and SE differ. My parents think that if everyone is driving 2 hours to the darn thing, we should feed them. D and his parents think that if we do that, they won't invite most of their friends. (If they aren't close enough to be fed, why do they get an invite??) I don't care what we do. I also don't know how to tell the people who are paying for it "no". It's annoying, and while I don't want to talk about it right now, we got the proofs for our invitations back on Friday and will have to make a decision on supper shortly. Luckily, this is the only snag we've come across, and for the most part I'm laid-back about the planning. (This is very unlike me, but at the end of the day, D and I will be married. The rest doesn't really matter)
Wow, long-winded, unimportant post!
Later!
Pennie Lane
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