I had a really great week last week, minus a few setbacks with a pulled muscle in my back and one in my neck a few days later. I was shocked to step on the scale Friday and see a 5.4 pound loss. I know sometimes our bodies need time to catch up once we start this journey, but YOWZA.

We were slated for a snowstorm this weekend, so I made a trip to Walmart to pick up our snowstorm necessities — avocado, bacon, bread, flatbread pizza, and chocolate chip cookies. When it snows, I want to bake, and I missed out on snowy baking weather this Christmas with our abnormally warm December. I also know that when it snows, I want to eat junk, so I thought the flatbread pizza was a reasonable choice for a little Saturday night treat and I only picked up a Betty Crocker chocolate chip cookie mix that makes a dozen cookies. Enough to indulge over the weekend, but not enough to go crazy.

Boy was I wrong.

I don’t know what my problem was this weekend. Since I kicked back into gear at the beginning of January, I’ve been doing a decent job of enjoying myself for one meal on the weekend and maybe being a little more lenient across the entire weekend with logging, but not totally losing my mind. But this weekend… yikes. I ate so much on Saturday that I went to bed sick to my stomach, panicked that I was getting the stomach bug that’s been floating around work.

To drive this point home, to the best of my knowledge, this is what was consumed on Saturday:

4 chocolate chip cookies
1/2 loaf of beer bread
2 (3 maybe?) slices of buffalo chicken flatbread pizza
2 slices of balsamic veggie flatbread pizza
Fiber One brownie
stick of string cheese
BBQ chips1/4 large Italian hoagie
3 glasses of red wine
and I honestly don’t even remember what I had for breakfast…

Needless to say, I had the shakes laying on the couch that night from the amount of sugar I ingested. I know better than this, but I don’t know how to make myself stop. I think part of this was the snow and the mindset that put me in, but I also know part of it was excuse making and a lack of self control. I didn’t go to spin Saturday morning because of the snow and I decided not to do any sort of exercise, so I legitimately sat around shoving food into my face to the point of making myself sick…. and not only sick, but also disgusted and angry with myself.

Sunday was a little bit better, but not by much. We had another snow day yesterday and I stuck to my plan, even going for a cold, slushy run. I’m home again today and I’m promising myself that I will keep control of food and exercise since I have a whole day with nothing to do. (Literally. Sunday I scrubbed the house from top to bottom and yesterday I finished all of my grad work for the week. This feels liberating.)

Here’s to better choices and keeping my head on straight.