Oh boy.

Well, I finally did it.

I weighed myself for the first time since before the holidays. It wasn't pretty. I'm up 5 pounds from 5 pounds I was already up before the holidays. That means that I've put on 10 pounds over the last three months or so.

Not. Good.

I know exactely how it happened too...


I have had absolutely no restraint when it comes to my eating. I haven't been writing anything down, my portions are out of control, I've allowed myself to have foods in the house that I know I can't keep from eating and I've slacked on my working out. I haven't logged a "good" run for a long time. My worse days are the weekends. I've started the mindless grazing thing again. Argh.

I feel like an absolute cow. Moo.

It didn't help that this whole past weekend I had to do that freelance project - and I still didn't even get as much done on it as I had hoped. I feel like I have been in a black hole the past two days. Finally, at 10pm last night I just stopped working on it. There's no way I was going to get it finished last night and I was on the verge of screaming. So, I stopped working on it, got my gym back ready and read some of my book before going to bed.

So anyways, my entire weekend was consumed with working on this project and I had no time (or energy for that matter) to even do an easy run on the dreadmill in the basement.

Its probably good that I didn't work out this past weekend though because last thursday, my knee got really bad. It started getting this sharp ache in it to the point where it was making me naseous. I was able to get an appointment with my doctor for the next day, but wouldn't you know it, I woke up on Friday with absolutely no pain at all! WTF? So, I cancelled the appointment because I really didn't want to pay the co-pay I hadn't budgeted for. lol That always happens to me.

I got my new stove on Friday. She's GORGEOUS! I've named her Natasha. Jason's made fun of me because I felt the need to name her. Well, of course I did! I took before and after pics to post but didn't have time to get them off my camera but I'll include them soon, I promise.

Oh, and speaking of Friday... Jason wanted to go out to eat for dinner and we had recently seen a commercial for Red Lobster so I suggested going there - which is odd because I'm allergic to shell fish, but I love their cheddar bay biscuits (I know, soooo not healthy). So I made one bad decision after another there. Not only did I eat two biscuits (strike one), I got a ceasar salad (strike two) AND I decided on the chicken alfredo (strike three). Oh but it doesn't end there. I got the "full portion" with the intention of taking 1/2 to 3/4 of it home to have leftovers on Saturday. Well, I just kept eating and eating and eating and before I knew it, I WAS ON THE LAST FREAKING BITE!? I ate ALL of it! But boy was it good and surprisingly, I wasn't stuffed to sickness. Now, don't get me wrong, I was full, but it wasn't so-full-you-make-yourself-sick full. That is not good.

So yeah, my eating hasn't quite been up to par lately. In fact its been horrible. I have GOT to get things under control. When I get home tonight, any goodies I still have left over from the holidays I'm either pitching (chocolate covered espresso beans/peanut-cashew brittle) or putting them in the BASEMENT freezer (ferrero rocher chocolates). NO MORE!

Well, my stomach is growling and the water I've been drinking to try to hold me over until 9:30 isn't working. I'm going to go make my oatmeal now. (BTW, did you know that you can get an oatmeal packet cut? you know, like a paper cut? Yeah, well, you can. It hurts.)

Until next time...

"I-feel-like-a-fat-pig Lacey"