Killing me softly..

After two weeks of staying below my calories and exercising with increasingly more effort - I saw the scale going UP 1.5lbs to 211 from 209.5.  Not only was I not losing weight, but gaining?  That was more than a plateau, but a seemingly uphill battle.

As the hostess and organizer of my office's potluck lunch on Friday, I broke down.  I had baked ziti.  I had eggplant parm.  I had MULTIPLE delicious desserts.  I had cheese and crackers.  After an embarrassing 2100 calorie lunch, I promised I wouldn't have dinner.

Instead I went out drinking Friday night, consuming an entire pitcher of beer (light, but nonetheless) and two shots of liquor, ending the night with my big hamburger/fry finish.  Lovely.

Then Saturday, I started the day off semi-right with skim milk and ovaltine.  After running errands, I convinced myself not to stop at McDonalds for an ice cream, Dunkin Donuts, and the pizza place for a slice thinking that most likely the gathering I was going to that night wouldn't have diet-friendly food.  So instead, I head on to the grocery store, stayed on the bandwagon, but grabbed butter popcorn on my way out.  Starving, it was the first thing I made when I got home and I ate the whole bag. 

Not satisfied with popcorn being my first real meal, I made tomato soup with sour cream dollops and mozzerella and cheddar cheese (which I ended up throwing up half of it because I put too much water in the soup, don't ask how).  So by the time my husband and I got to where we were going, I was starving and filled up on two different kinds of cheese doodles, about 10 jalepeno poppers, three potatos skins, and three boneless chicken wings.  I begged the hubby for ice cream on the way home (or was that the night before), but he wouldn't have it.  Oh, and I had candy.  Like 20 mini candy bars.

Then yesterday was more candy.  Probably about 25 mini-mini candy bars and a big italian dinner.  And pumpkin pie.  And apple pie.  It really was a ridiculous eating weekend.  Now I'm afraid to step on the scale.

But, as of today I'm back on.  I walked three miles on my lunch break and have eaten 1230calories.  Back to basics.  After Friday's eating fiasco, I didn't even have the heart to enter and calculate my food.

I have five days before I go away for the weekend.  I just got on the scale - granted I just ate and it's nighttime - but I'm a terrible 213.5.  Four pounds up.  Wish me luck.