Oof - Friday night and I'm just posting now. You lead a more exciting life than I do. Trust me. ;)
Well, the remainder of this week wasn't as good as the start. Wednesday at work I was stuck in an "all day" meeting, which ran from 9am until 3pm, after which I was in another meeting from 3 to 4:45, then a third meeting from 4:45 until 5:Something. Ugg! I *hate* meetings. I'm a producer, a do-er - I'm not a meeter. So frustrating. The other negative thing about that was that we had lunch catered in as we were in the long meeting. They brought... Chinese. My weakness! I tried to be good - one eggroll, a small serving of white rice, a small serving of Sesame chicken... but the elliptical doesn't lie - I didn't sweat as much as I wanted to Thursday morning. And the scale reflected an uptick. Damn.
Thursday wasn't much better - after work I met up with some friends downtown for dinner, drinks and a holiday parade. Four beers and one appetizer of 4 small burgers later, and I knew I'd botched it.
Today I did better, but was invited to happy hour by some of the people at my current workplace. I couldn't say no - it was my first invite since joining there a month ago! Again, four beers. I grabbed Subway on the way home, along with two waters.
I'm not really that mad at myself; I'm just fine. But I also recognize that hitting 275 by Jan 1 is really *really* on the outside edge right now. I'm not sure how I feel about that - on the one hand, I'd like to make that goal. I'd feel good for reaching the goal and I'd be at 60 pounds down. On the other hand, I know that it'll be waiting for me by the 7th of January if I botch it. I'm just not quite feeling the big drive to work my arse off right at this exact moment. I will again, but I just feel like I'm going to enjoy seeing my family and won't make a huge deal about things.
I'll be fine.