Hangover

It's the day after Saint Patrick's Day and I'm still feeling Irish, so much so that I've been a useless blob all day long. Too much Irish whiskey! This feeling is why I gave up drinking for a couple months. Not only is drinking calories not cool, but the useless feeling I have the next day throws off my efforts. I know that if I drink, I won't go to the gym the next day, I just won't and I'll sleep instead. So, I've had my fun and I'm done with drinking again until the semester is done, which is May 7. I will not consume another drop of alcohol until May 7, you have my word.


Yesterday was my cheat day. I didn't cheat too badly, which I'm proud of. I had a reuben for lunch in honor of being Irish and a green frosted cupcake. That's about all the cheating I did. Dinner was chicken and veggies, my snacks were fruit, and my breakfast was the same as every other day. Well, then I have to factor in the Irish whiskey. I am not a sugary alcoholic drink kind of gal. Give me Irish whiskey or bourbon on the rocks, or with soda. No pop or juice mixers for me, I don't like the sugar and I don't like the high calorie content.


Today, I woke up late, had breakfast and then lunch. They were within my plan and I felt satisfied until I went out to go shopping. If you look back in my blog, I tell you that I am a size 10, and I still am a size 10. I was curious to see if I could maybe fit into a size 8 in a pair of pants that I already own in a size 10. My size 10 pants are pretty loose, but the size 8 did not fit me at all. It was a bit of a bummer and it sent me into a big sugar craving. I walked past Girl Scout cookie sales and glared at the cute little girls trying to sell me Samoas, went to the grocery store to see if they had any other Vitatop flavors and spent about 10 minutes there deciding if I really wanted a treat. I drooled over the ice cream, the cookies, the chocolate, the everything. I guarantee anyone who saw me wandering around the grocery store wouldn't have guessed that there was a war being waged inside my head. Buy a cookie. DON'T BUY A COOKIE. Get a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup! DON'T DO IT. Easter candy! NO NO NO!


Well, friends, I walked quickly to the door, dropped off my empty basket and went to my car where I had an apple waiting for me. Yes, I beat the emotional eating! As I was driving home, enjoying my apple, I pictured myself this summer, on a boat, in a bikini, with my friends. In this picture I was laughing, having fun, feeling and looking great with all the confidence in the world. That is worth more than a stupid sugar craving. My goal for the rest of March is to work hard and lose those last 3 pounds of this first 10 pounds. After that, it's on to the next 10 pounds.


For dinner, I am having salmon, veggies, an english muffin and a Vitatop for dessert. Yum yum yum yum yum.