This time last week I was 124. I was happy. I thought I was winning! Then, this week I did well during the workdays. I stuck to 6 meals a day, having a 150-200 calorie meal every 3 hours, except for lunch and dinner. For lunch I bumped it up to 300 calories. Once I had a cheese-free, mayo-free, veggie-packed 6-inch turkey sub from Subway, with a diet pepsi. It was like winning the lottery. Another day I bought a small soup from Au Bon Pain, after checking all the nutrition info online to make a smart choice (low-fat tomato lentil); I had baby carrots and a 100-calorie, low-fat bag of soy chips for crunch.
For dinners, well, I was good much of the week; one night I made veggie lasagna with low-fat ricotta, egg substitute, low-sugar/low-fat tomato sauce, and grilled (not fried & breaded) veggies. I had a smaller slice than I would have liked to have, but still maybe bigger than I should’ve. Who knows. But I felt fine. Then on Friday we had sushi; Saturday I worked out for an hour and ate light all day, until for late lunch I had bread, butter, oily soup, wine, oily hummus, and salad with cheese and oil-based dressing. “Dinner” then became a huge plate of fried appetizers followed by 2 sugary margaritas.
Sunday, DH’s parents came to town. I hadn’t seen them since I started MF. They never noticed, or at least never mentioned, that I’d lost 20 pounds since I’d seen them. I don’t know if that was the impetus, but I decided to continue punishing myself. For brunch I had sausage, a sandwich, hash browns, a bloody mary… For dinner I figured I might as well make the disaster complete (and by then I’d entered into “I’ll-fix-this-by-dieting-starting-Monday-morning-so-might-as-well-binge-while-I-can” mode). We went to a Mexican place, where I had another margarita, nachos galore, tamales covered in cheese… you get the idea. I scarfed down my huge plate of high-fat, carb-laden food so viciously that DH’s mom timidly offered me some of the quesadilla she couldn’t finish when I finally came up for air. (And yep, I ate that, too.) At home, I was so ashamed that I waited for my DH to go to bed, and I took a big spoon and ate half of what was left of his bucket of ice cream. I ate it in a dark kitchen so no one would know. Isn’t that just ridiculous? I felt like a criminal, but it didn’t stop me.
I’m writing this down not to subject you all to my failure (you guys, who are all doing so well that I don’t want to cast shadows on your awesome achievements!), but to memorialize it for me. So I face what I’ve done. I got on the scale this morning. 133.8.

This morning I dipped into my stock of MF products (thank goodness I had some left to hold me over til my order arrives!) and have had a shake for breakfast and oatmeal for an AM snack. I will have soup for lunch and some more shakes for later, with lean & green stuff for dinner. I have to go back to MF because it’s the only time I’m in control. I thought I had this licked. But I didn’t. I don’t. So I’m back to the 5&1, where I’ll stay til I figure out what the heck is going on. In a weird way, I welcome the headaches, the hunger, the dehydration. At least the symptoms mean I'm dieting, I'm losing weight, I'm winning again.
So sorry for the huge ramble! It probably seems a bit egomaniacal… I don’t even keep a private journal, so I’m not sure why I feel the need to paste this admission of defeat for the universe to see. Maybe I need accountability. Or maybe I just need to punish myself publicly to make it hurt enough that I don’t repeat the mistake. Not sure.
I stayed home from work today because I woke up with horrible stomach pains (wonder why?


I feel like I let not only myself down, but you guys, too. I'm so sorry. I really was trying to set a good example and show that maintenance can be done… but well, I hope you can learn as well from my mistakes! Thanks for listening. Unca, if you’ve made it to the end of this verrrry long post (!), wouldja mind putting me back in the 10# club? I got some work to do before I can rejoin my buddies in the 20# club!

rae