Hubby's been out of town for a solid week. He came home Saturday night and left before the sun came up Monday morning. That left us with one day to hang out, the day of diet demise.
I did so well while he was gone, I weighed myself on sat morning and whooo hoo down 2 lbs. Well...Saturday night came and we had sushi for dinner. Yum! I only ordered 1 roll with rice. Its the dipping sauce that kills me. Surprisingly I couldn't finish what I had ordered. So we ate sushi for breakfast on Sunday morning. That didn't fill me so I had some eggs on toast. Then came the Costco run and the endless sample pushers. Hubby tasted them all, I kept my hands firmly on the cart. By the time we got in line I was starving and finished almost a whole carton of raspberries. It was all down hill from there. We split a chicken bake and a frozen yogurt, for who knows how many calories. My mom made fidello (its like a Mexican spaghetti) only she made it with so much ooey gooey cheese. I didn't feel like cooking and had already blown it for the day so I pulled out salami, cheese and crackers to munch on. I didnt count any of it. I just thought ok I had my points for the day and those floater points, I'm probably in range.
My weigh in for this Monday... half a pound loss. Whaa whaa.
At least I know and own where I went wrong. I'm back on track as of yesterday with my wounded ego. I'm going to have to do extra good this week because Friday Hubby and I are going to see Joshua Radin in concert! Need to save up some points for a nice evening out.