I ate SO well yesterday. All day. And then…I went out. And then…I came home. (Well, technically I didn’t come HOME…I crashed on a friend’s couch.)
And you know what we did when we got home from the
lamest most awesome rooftop party ever thrown? (Which I didn’t want to attend in the first place.) We ate stupid crap. Sure, we started out diving into a harmless bag of sliced up veggies. And then someone pulled out the calorie-laden veggie dip. And then someone pulled out the hummus. And then someone pulled out sandwiches. AND THEN SOMEONE GAVE ME A SCOTCHAROO.
A SCOTCHAROO YOU GUYS.
(For those of you who live in a cave and have never had this amazing treat, it is basically a rice krispie treat topped with peanut butter and chocolate. Omg.
Hold on I need to wipe off my keyboard I’m drooling.
So I ended up adding approximately 700 calories to my daily intake when I wasn’t even hungry. That, my friends, is just silly.
Which brings me to my latest realizations:
- When I drink hard alcohol (vodkavodkavodka) I tend to eat more at dinner, snack more at parties, or chow down on a bunch of food at 3a.m.
- After nights of drinking said alcohol, I am le hungover. Which causes me to be lazy, unproductive, and to eat more crap.
- Basically, it inhibits my smart decision making skillz during the time that I am drinking it, and ruins my food decisions for a solid 24 hours after
- SOOO.. I shall stop.
I was 143lbs this morning AND NOT PROUD OF THAT PEOPLE. I haven’t weighed that much for at least 4 years. So I am going to stop for awhile. I may not quit drinking completely, but I definitely need to stop this cycle.
Today’s plan: I just had brunch (440) and I am going to go lay out for a while. 4th of July festivities at 4 p.m…and I think I might just have a beer or two and then volunteer to drive. Then I’ll just sleep out at my parents and get up in the morning to continue my running progress.