Okay, so I lost 13 pounds in three weeks then proceeded to gain 1 pound back.
Apparently you can’t binge drink beer on a pub crawl and expect to lose weight.
Anyhow, it’s not been an easy road these last two weeks.
With mom in the hospital and my anxiety/stress kicking into overtime, I’ve been eating (and OH GOD, DRINKING!) to comfort myself.
Gin and tonics.
MANY of them (followed by a sobbing call to the BFF to cry about my mom).
Thankfully, I seem to have recovered from my misdeeds.
I’m back on the diet, eating bars and sucking down protein shakes.
Occasionally I go off plan and eat an egg (or three) and pickles.
Oh, and boy do I love the occasional mozzarella stick!
I could fantasize about food for PAGES, but I won’t.
I know how you all think I’m perfect and this may come as a shock to you, but I fucking screw up a lot.
This blog ain’t called unblunder for no reason. . .