Losing it ... again

I personally believe that any calories consumed on your birthday shouldn't count. Unfortunately, that's not how the world works.

The fiance took me to eat at Applebee's Tuesday, also known as my birthday, because I happen to love the Asiago Peppercorn Steak there and it's fewer than 400 calories. But something came over me when I saw the menu and I decided that to truly celebrate my birthday I should be able to eat whatever I want. We ordered the spinach and artichoke dip and it rocked. Then, I ordered a big cheeseburger, and it rocked. Then, I was full.

When I got back to work, a very sweet coworker had gotten me a cookie cake. How can a girl not have a piece of her own cookie cake? The fiance and I finished the day off at the movies and I was full enough to avoid the calorie-filled popcorn. However, when I got home I ate a Wienerschnitzel hot dog we imported from McAllen the day before and washed that down with birthday cake.

So, yea, the amount of calories I consumed at lunch alone is more than the amount of calories I eat on any typical day. It's ridiculous, and I can't believe I let it get that bad. I'm not going to lie, though. That dip and that burger were soooo good and I don't regret it.

When I stepped on the scale Wednesday, I got the full extent of the damage I had done. I had gained two of the three pounds back that I lost last week. Son of a motherless monkey breeder! You know what stinks more than losing weight the first time around? Losing weight the second time around.

So, I hit the treadmill Wednesday and Thursday, did my little cardio exercise in the apartment Friday night and ate food like this:


I stepped on the scale today and I'm back at 228. Whew! Now, I'm aiming to lose just one more pound this weekend and I'll call it a successful week. To kick things off I walked 2.5 miles around North Central Park today in the searing heat. I know what you're thinking: "That was a bad idea." And you're right. It was a horrible idea. I thought I was dying of suffocation.

On the bright side, I am now chillaxin in my apartment in my old, raggedy Adidas shorts from college. I don't know about you, but I think one of the best feelings in the world is putting on a piece of clothing that you couldn't wear just a few months ago. I've always loved these shorts and I don't care how raggedy these shorts get, I'm never throwing them out.