This is one of my favorite songs of all time, and it also rather neatly sums up how I've been feeling.
Yesterday we returned from NYC, where we'd been for three days. I got in a lot of cardio, but the food was a struggle. Everywhere, everyone (seemingly) offered me food. I'd refuse. It would be offered again. I would explain, no, I'm fine, I don't need anything else. It would be offered yet again. I swear I had to refuse three times before it was believed.
And, what was offered was inevitably salty or carb-laden. Potatoes. Pita bread. Ai yi yi.
We ordered Greek food the first night and that ended up being dinner for me for both nights. Now that was a carb-laden plate. Okay, pita bread (and I had what was the equivalent of about a half a slice). And rice. And vegetables that had been cooked seemingly forever.
And potatoes? Why? Helfino. But for whatever reason three sources of carbs just weren't enough, so a fourth had to be offered. To my detriment, I chowed down on it. And ended up, on Saturday, going over by almost 200 calories. What kills me is that I allowed for a good 1,100 calories for dinner and snack. Let's say the snack (a smoothie made with skim milk) was 200 calories. Probably pretty close. That means that dinner was a staggering 900 calories. And people tried to offer me more!
When we came home, I weighed myself, as it was Monday and I needed to check in. Now, it was the afternoon so I wasn't expecting it to be wonderful. I ended up being, oof, 3.6 pounds up. Ugh. Not pretty. We also found that food (unbeknownst to us) had been sent home with us. My husband took care of it, but still!
Hence yesterday I was in a foul mood.
And then there's today. My husband went back to work but I'm going back tomorrow. Hence I took care of some errands and did some painting of the exercise nook. It troubles me that it's still not done but it's very possible that it will be done this weekend. I am getting awfully tired of stepping over brushes and junk to be able to do anything. It's shaping up nicely, though.
I also went off to grab some stuff which included swinging by the grocery store. And, I saw my friend for the first time in over a month. He's doing fine but things aren't very exciting by him. Hey, that's life. Mostly dull, punctuated with some excitement. I think he was touched that I came by to say hi even though I didn't need fish.
Hence that helped to put me into a better mood as well.
Oh and yanno something? Yesterday's gain is almost all gone, save .4 lbs. And I hit new personal best measurements in two areas. One was my bust and the other? Oh joy oh rapture -- how amazing is this???? -- my scary megabutt.
I have finally hit a new personal best milestone (by a big .25 inches, but you take it where you can get it, know what I'm sayin'?) in the keister area. This is for the first time since, I kid you not, 9/29/08. Over three months! At its highest, it was 64". It is now 48.75". As in over 15" less.
I can feel the darkness lifting, and things beginning to ease. Yeah, the exercise room isn't finished, and yeah, I'm going to go back to a disaster at work, but as the song says
Bitter turns to sugar
It's a good turn.