Tonight wasn't as bad as last night... I had gnocchi (Italian potato dumplings... delish), and skipped on the appetizers and split a piece of cheesecake with my boyfriend. It was still more than I should have done, too. And I drank. I drank quite a bit. I did last night, too. Margaritas, shots of tequila, lemon drop shots, wine.... That's more drinking than I've done in a long time.
I think this is why they tell you to only weigh once a week. Fluctuations happen. I feel like when I get on that scale tomorrow to do my weekly weigh-in, I'll have lost weight overall, but I may have gained a little since I weighed this afternoon. It kind of robs the sense of accomplishment one might feel by getting focused on a half of a pound that's there, or isn't...
But I'm not going to let this blow me off course. I'm with this diet - er, lifestyle change - for good. I don't want to be a fat bride one day... or a fat mom. So I have a bad weekend here and there... it happens, and it shouldn't throw me off. As long as I treat weekends like this as a treat, and not the norm, I'll be ok.
I realized that I don't need to lose it fast... I just need to lose it for good. Any small success is a success, nonetheless. So what if it takes me a year? A year and a half? Two years? I don't care, as long as I feel more comfortable in my skin and can participate in the things that I used to love doing. A lifetime of health is worth waiting a while to achieve.