I'm throwing that damn scale out the window.
It doesn't serve any purpose except for upsetting me & making me feel unhealthy (unless it's a rare occasion when it actually makes me feel good about myself. Which is kind of jacked too)
I found this funny thing & it made me feel a little better
However, after stepping on my scale I took off my running shoes & got back in bed because I seriously just wanted to hide under my covers & never see the world again.
Sunday brunch. Sunday brunch is what did it.
I'm sure I could have gone healthier, but when I pay for an all you can eat- I really feel like I should get my money's worth.
Oh, did I not mention it was an all you can eat buffet? Have I also failed to mention before how I consider buffets a personal challenge? Because I really,really do.
There was the good- deviled eggs, a light pasta salad, a fruit bowl, steamed greens
The not so bad- pesto cheesey eggs, roasted potatoes
Then there was dessert.
"Our specialty is our bread pudding" Said the waitress.
"Whatthefuck is bread pudding" I asked myself.
Oh, I found out.
I found out exactly whatthefuck bread pudding was. Several times.
Sigh. As I told Steve this morning, I need to quit screwing myself all up on the weekend. To which he nodded and said he loved me because there's really nothing anyone can say to me when I'm in a "I hate my body/ I hate myself" set of mind. So, I tried to refocus my energy on the here. The now.
What I can do here. What I can do now to make myself the healthiest Katy I can be.
I mean, what's the point of beating myself up for Sunday's brunch? (ugh! I mean, it wasn't even a freaking special occasion & I ate like it was my damn last meal)
I'll let you know what I think when I get more into it.
So, I think I really am going to push my weigh-ins to once a month because "uuuugh", ya know?