So, so mad at myself.

OK. I mentioned previously that I don't weigh myself every day because I tend to become obsessed at the numbers on the scale. I kind of lied. I weighed myself on Friday morning (you know, the morning before my lunch disaster when I was feeling super skinny?). I weighed in at 139 - that's 3 pounds lighter than I was on Monday morning. I was stoked!

Then, Friday's lunch of "the nasty" happened. And it all went downhill from there. I sabotaged myself this weekend, big time. I don't want to even write this down, because it's embarrassing. But, if I'm making a life change and getting myself healthy, there's no sense in lying about it. Here's the scoop. I like wine. A lot. ;) Weekends have always been my time to have a glass (or two...sometimes 2.5) of wine in the evenings when the kids go to bed. On the Paleo Diet, he actually recommends drinking red wine or tequila, because as he says "Everybody's gotta party!" (I like this guy!). But I'm pretty sure he only means a glass. Not multiple.

So, Friday night I had the usual 2 glasses of wine. With wine comes an urge to snack. So I did. On chips. ugh. Saturday I did well for breakfast and lunch, but my grandparents invited us to an impromptu dinner because she made beef and noodles and "made too much for two people." I couldn't tell grandma "no," right??? So again, I ate wheat (and felt icky afterwards). And again, I drank wine that night.

So this morning I felt totally disgusting when I woke up. I felt bloated, irritable, and had an upset stomach. Curiosity got the best of me, so I weighed. You wanna know what the scale said? 144 pounds. Holy. Moly. I went from a great, thin-feeling 139 pounds on Friday to a whopping, bloated 144 pounds today. 2 DAYS!!! Yikes.

I'm back on the wagon, and let me tell you, I'm here to stay. Don't get me wrong - I will not completely eliminate wine from my diet...eventually. As in, when I get to my goal weight. But for now, I'm on the straight path to health and smaller clothing. :)

Dinner tonight was chicken fajita salad. It was delicious, and super filling. I won't lie though; the only thing that would have made it better would've been a huge scoop of sour cream on top and a big bowl o' refried beans on the side. I sauteed onions, green and orange peppers, and chicken in olive oil and then added 2 tsp of oregano and 2 tsp of cumin (more or less...I don't measure). Put the mixture on top of some red leaf lettuce, add chopped tomatoes and avocado slices, and dinner is served. I wanted to put my mom's canned salsa on top as dressing, but I'm all out. It would have been delicious though!

Eat your heart out, El Nopal!

So, friends. Back to the grindstone tomorrow. I'm hoping the scale is good to me in the morning, my official first weigh day. But I'm certainly not holding my breath. The good thing is, I know this works. I saw it on Friday. And I can feel it in my body when I eat things that aren't good for me. The wagon is rolling again...and I'm on it!