Ok, so, my fitness nazi friend reminded me to never reward myself with food again. I love this! We're actually on the same page. My first goal reward is new exercise clothing. Mine are from college and falling apart. My second goal reward is a pair of sexy riding-boots (these have a story which I will share later). Anyway, this weekend I went on a retreat to prepare for a 4 day event several months from now. This event is called an Emmaus Walk, and it is a big joke that during an Emmaus Walk no one EVER goes away hungry; in fact, there is so much food at every hour that one is awake that it's like one big binge session. And the food is intensely good, cooked and baked by women who pour their heart and souls into chocolate pastries and yummy treats. Evil really. And they call it Agape. Seriously. :)
Anyway, during our little weekend retreat I was well behaved! I ate small portions during meals, and had seconds of salad only. I had one cookie. And two small candy bars and a few mints. Though the extras were not healthy at all, I promised myself that on weekends I would allow myself a small amount of treats.
The problem is, when I came home from this retreat, I kept wanting food I shouldn't be eating. And then I thought, well I worked out ALL week. I feel better. So, yeah, pizza, chinese, and chocolate sounds good this weekend. Now I feel icky.
So this morning, I committed to NO BINGEING next weekend, and for that matter, if I'm not going to reward myself with food, I'm not going to reward myself with bingeing. Dur.
So my Sunday weight was... du du duuuuuuuunnnn: 189. Up since last weekend, but not by much. So, if I keep up the good work this week, I hope to be to 187 next Sunday!
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