Well...here I am...
...at the end of a Sunday evening.
The laundry is COMPLETELY done! It's not been totally done since June!
Anyway, what the hell is up with the scale? I was on the verge and in the last few days it's been back up.
And I know why...
One circumstance led to another and hubster and I ended up having a totally different lunch than we had planned on Friday - sushi. Not just sushi - but buffet sushi. I know, I know...sounds a little sketchy, but there's a place that's pretty good and there's never enough time to sit for more than a minute or so.
Buffets are things I avoid, particularly when unplanned and particularly when it's anything remotely Asian. I ate too much - not nearly too much like I used to eat, but I was a little more than satisfied and felt just a little too full.
We ended up working late on Friday evening. When we finally left, we took the back way home because the traffic was horrendous. We decided to stop at a restaurant that looks out on a local mountain - very scenic and pretty. Hubster got wine - I did not. We ordered a black bean soup as an appetizer, but I didn't care for it, so hubster ate most of it. My entree was hangar steak. It was very tasty, but it was served....with french fries. I thought it was an odd combination. I had a few of the fries - maybe 6 and I was good.
When the server brought the dessert menu, tiramisu was on it. Tiramisu is the one dessert that I will always try...period. It wasn't good either, so hubster ended up eating it.
I ended up trying too many things and I think it's added some water weight.
I foiled myself...again.
(But let me back up for a minute - I have no idea where the 251 and 253 came from - everything was on target, so it's a mystery as to why the scale was up. Hubster coming home?? But Friday I can explain.)
Like I said, I foiled myself. I should have taken better control of the circumstance I found myself in instead of being controlled by the circumstance.
**bangs head on wall** I'm such a dumbass.
I guess the only saving grace in all of this is that when I encountered a food I didn't like, I didn't eat it. I'm specifically talking about the tiramisu. As I've said before, it's gotta be worth it if I'm gonna stray from the DIP. It wasn't, so I stopped. In the past, I would have eaten it all regardless of whether or not it was up to a "standard". So that's a good thing - a very good thing.
The problem is that I had too many "little things" and while each one individually probably wouldn't have had an impact, taken together they did. And now that piper has to be paid...again.
I've gotta CTFO on the little things.