Binge

Boy, is my face red.

I'm somewhat embarrassed to report I've fallen off my wagon.
But, since it was more of a self induced, cannon ball jump off that wagon ...
yeah.
Ashamed is what I am.

oopsie.

For weeks now, I have been carefully watching and calculating every single food particle that has entered my body.
What started as a Lenten fast has extended to a very cool life choice.
I'm liking the calculating
I'm loving the weight loss.

So, YaY.

Go Me.

brag brag brag

But, then ....
this past weekend happened
& all I can say is
Oh. My.

Oh. My. My.

I decided early on that the weekend was going to be a food fest.
No reason to fight it.
It is what it is.
& I was going for it.
I figured, no sense in monitoring my food intake.
I would just chalk it up to 'I've been good'.
& yep
I sooooooo deserve this.

Little did I know I would unleash my inner binge beast.
Poor guy needed some air.
Needed to stretch.
Needed to EAT.

oy.

Seems everything I wouldn't allow into my stomach during Lent wanted in now.
NOW.

My response ?
CMON IN !!
There's plenty of room.

weeeeeeeee.

& that was just Saturday.
When Sunday came along, you'd think I'd get a grip.

nope.

Sunday was worse.
At some point I thought I would say "Enough !"
But, I didn't.
I just kept eating and eating
& eating.

Enter Monday morning.
Like a mad faced parent returning from a weekend trip to find the house in chaos.
Shame.

Shame. Shame. Shame.

Ok. Ok.
I get it.
I get it.
& yes
I am happy to report that I have learned my lesson well.

I am wholeheartedly back on my calculating wagon
& I'm staying aboard.
Seems it's best if  I hold myself accountable
so ... I will.
I will.

But, truth be told ?
I'm sure going to miss that binge beast of mine.
The guy really knows how to gorge.

Oh. My.

:)

I Am My Feelings