Fell and Hit My Head?

Yep. Had a bad one yesterday. Don't know how it happened or why, but I definitely feel like I FELL OFF THE WAGON AND HIT MY HEAD! !!!!

The day started off good. Got up to a beautiful morning, sun shining, birds chirping. Nice. Got myself ready and out the door to my WW meeting and weigh-in. Okay. Still good. Weighed in, down .6. I'll take it. The number has been bouncing up and down that half a pound for a month now. Can't break free. That's okay though. It's nice to be at goal, but I'm not "there" yet. Want a little more off.

Still a beautiful day. Went home, had a quick 4 point sandwich and 2 point Fiber One bar and then out with Hubby to a bike auction to find spare parts for bikes. No luck. After that hubby was hungry and wanted pizza. I said okay, I can handle that, and I did. He got his pizza, and I ordered a small tossed salad with light dressing. The salad was HUGE. So I'm still doing good.

Headed down to Walmart and Target for a few things then headed home for some much-needed gardening. That's where it all went south. I got incredibly grumpy, cranky, hmmm, I could find other words for it, started snapping at hubby and everything went downhill. The rest of the day, I was a little out of control. Cooked filet mignon for dinner and I ate way more than I should have, plus a small sweet potato, corn on the cob, salad with too much dressing, oh, and let's not forget the cocktail before dinner with the crackers and hummus (which I DID NOT weigh and measure).

Was I done there? Well, for a while. Sat outside and watched the sun go down. That was nice. Fell asleep for a while watching tv. Then I decided I needed something really, really sweet. With no Weight Watchers ice cream in the house, I opted for a skinny cow cut up into chunks, mixed together with two sugar-free Reeses cups and some fat-free cool whip.

Okay. All in all, when I look back on it now, doesn't seem totally out of control, but I definitely felt like I had fallen off the wagon and hit my head and was fighting all day not to just stick my head in the fridge! I felt like I was spiraling out of control, but maybe I wasn't. Maybe it was more like struggling to keep control.

The crackers and hummus were definitely not good. I have no idea how much I ate, but hey, there's still hummus left in the container so how bad could it have been, right? And the crackers only filled a tiny little bowl (maybe a cup and a half) and they were mostly broken pieces. Could have been worse. There are unopened bags of pita chips in the house, and I could have eaten the entire Bag!

So I'm leaving it all behind now and moving on. I can't let it get me down, although I really don't understand what happened and why.

Anyway, now that I've owned up to it and put it in writing, I feel better and will move on. It's going to be a GREAT WEEK!