When I weighed myself this morning I was really surprised to see that I am now the exact same weight as I was on the morning of Thanksgiving. Since Thanksgiving weekend I have had a difficult time sticking to my diet. Especially this past weekend.
On Friday night I went to this Puerto Rican restaurant, Sofrito, because I had to use a Groupon that was about to expire. I ended up drinking two coconut mojitos, and for dinner I had the pernil, which is like pork shoulder or something. And of course there was rice, and fried plantains, and maduros.
On Saturday I stuck to my diet no problem, but I went out on Saturday night, and when I came home drunk at 5 in the morning I ate some of the pork shoulder leftovers. Not the best move, but it didn’t end up affecting my diet because I ended up puking it up when I woke up a few hours later.
On Sunday I didn’t eat anything until like 5 pm. I also somehow made it to my salsa class, so I got some exercise in. When I got home from class I was starving and I was craving carbs, so I stopped at my mom’s house and grabbed a slice of pizza. And some sushi. And a cookie.
When I first started this diet like 3 weeks ago I weighed 146. Then I had to do that gorge weekend, so by the time I started the diet proper I was up to 150. Two and a half weeks later, on Thanksgiving morning, I was down to 141.5, which is almost a nine-pound loss. After my four-day long Thanksgiving weekend cheating episode, I was back up to 145!
Although I was having trouble sticking to my diet last week, I didn’t go off the rails, and as always I continued to hit the gym and go to salsa class. By Friday I was down to 142. I thoroughly expected to have gained a pound or two over this weekend, so I was sooo happy this morning to see I was actually down. It gave me the motivation I needed to get back on the straight and narrow diet path.