Today is just another day on my journey. It’s Tuesday and I’m still feeling pretty guilty from this weekend for more than one reason. Saturday evening I decided to have some whiskey around 4pm. When I did that I locked myself into ordering food and I settled on El Vaquero because let’s be honest, when drinking, Mexican food with all of that flavor and CHEESE is what you want. I put in my order for something really horrible for me. Like, let’s just say I wasn’t thinking, “Make good decisions.” like I should have been.

When the BiteSquad guy got there, he dropped off TWO bags. I’ve never had them deliver 2 bags before because it’s just me and Peppers in my little condo. One bag/One meal is plenty enough. Instead of telling the BiteSquad guy that he gave me the wrong order (Feeling Guilty Reason #1), I took the bags and excitedly sorted through them to see what I got. There were 2 quesadillas and fish tacos along with the goodies that go with that stuff – rice, guac, beans, sour cream, etc. I picked out a Fajita Quesadilla and chowed down (Feeling Guilty Reason #2).

THEN, I had 2 more meals that I ate on Sunday for lunch and dinner (Feeling Guilty Reasons #3 & #4). I probably consumed more calories in those 3 meals than I did in 2 normal days. It didn’t help that it was that “time of the month” so I was already feeling a bit chunky. Luckily today I got on the scale and it looked like I had only gone up a pound but Monday morning it looked like I had gone up FOUR pounds which reminded me that I’m suppose to be making better choices and that alcohol is the main reason I find myself in these situations.

I know what you’re thinking, “Amy, just throw out the other 2 meals. You didn’t even order them.” Yeah so, anyone who has that kind of self-control, and is ok with wasting that much food, I don’t understand you. Having food in my house means I have food to eat! That’s why I really try to steer clear of additional food in my cabinets. If I have alcohol – I’ll drink it. If I have ice cream – I’ll eat it. If I have alcohol AND ice cream, I’ll drink the alcohol and then not realize how much ice cream I’m eating.

Let’s just leave with this, it was a rough weekend. I may have done some damage. Cheers to moving forward and starting a fresh!