I think I'm the master of this art. If not the master, then I could definitely give anyone a run for their money. I had an epic performance last night. Let me explain.
Yesterday started off pretty good. I was a bit frustrated that the scale hasn't moved all week, especially after a rather intense water aerobics session, but at the same time I hadn't drank all of my water on Wednesday and I had been a little sparse with the food, so that could be part of the problem. I had the day off since it was Opening Day for the Royals. I convinced my husband to walk down to Brookside for breakfast, a walk that is 6 miles round trip. I wanted and felt that I needed the extra exercise. So off we go at 6:22am. It was a great walk. I was breathing hard, and we were really moving. Once it was time to order I made the executive decisions to order breakfast potatoes instead of fruit. I was originally going to order the fruit in an attempt to keep breakfast somewhat low point, but lunch plans had changed so it wasn't a big deal. After breakfast we swung by the coffee shop with the really good cupcakes. I mean, we were already there, why not? They had one big red velvet cupcake, and a whole bunch of mini red velvet cupcakes. I decided to be good and just got a mini one. The walk back was just as good, still moving at a good pace and still breathing hard.
For lunch we were originally going to go to Arthur Bryant's for BBQ, a Kansas City landmark. But I knew I just couldn't pull it off in the points department. So I suggested we all go to The Mixx, and everyone was on board. I my usual, a steak salad and sweet potato fries, but I didn't eat very many of the fries. Shocking, I know.
I was beyond good at the ballpark. It was mandatory that I walk around and see what each food stall had to offer, just so I would know, but I wasn't tempted by anything. Towards the end of the game when it was almost 6:30 I started to get hungry and a hot dog was sounding (and smelling) really good, but I didn't give in.
The sabotage came after the game. I didn't see a plate of nacho's the entire day at the ballpark, but for whatever reason I was craving Mexican food. I said something in the car and we decided to go to El Maguey for dinner. I was bad. I was beyond bad. I didn't do my research first. I didn't look up any points values. I was good in the fact that I stayed away from the burritos and chimichanga's (2 of my personal favorites), but I ate way too many chips (you know it's bad when your husband whisper's to you "You need to be careful, " and you just give him the evil eye), and I ordered a quesadilla. Said quesadilla came complete with shrimp and refried beans in the middle, then it was drenched in a white cheese sauce, and served with rice, quacamole, and sour cream. I only ate a couple fork-fulls of rice. I left the quac and most of the sour cream alone. But I ate the whole quesadilla. It could have been worse, but it could have been a whole lot better. This was all bad enough, but add to the mix that I was eating between 7:00 and 8:00.
I'm sure you can imagine what the scale said this morning. It had moved alright, but not in the right direction. I went way over my points yesterday and took in way too much sodium. I am trying to combat that today by drinking a ton of water (I feel like I'm going to burst) and eating low points, but unfortunately I think I've screwed myself for weigh-in tomorrow. Guess I'll have to wait one more week for that damn 5% sticker.
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