While running around the streets of New York City for a week, I had several moments worth writing about. For example: I walked 20 blocks from my first cab, after it was pulled over, to my destination, I did lots of fab shopping and oh yea, I had a day full of drinking Sangria on New Years. I am sure that no one is surprised at the fact that I lost weight while on my trip; I am pretty sure that's because I spent like two hours purging over my best friends toilet after brunch with bottomless Sangria. I also had the pleasure of spending that week with four super sexy gay men, which in a nut shell means we had celery for every meal. Not really, but I did at one point have to remind the boys that I was not suffering from an eating disorder and that I actually would need a little more than just a coffee to last me for the day. My trip was amazing, I had great food (that wasn't too far from my diet, Thank you NYC restaurants), the best company anyone could ask for, oh and I bought super hot high heels.
After taking a small break from the life change I am in the midst of, I am back on my diet with a vengeance...well I was.
Last weekend I had a moment. I found my self lost in translation or was that lost in a sea of Carbs. I had to travel for work, which is never easy, and I also ended up with some life altering news. Let me start the next part of my story by saying that everything is fine, and it will all work out for the better. But I will be honest, I let fear consume me. I went right for Italian and a bottle of wine. I was unstoppable. At the time I felt no remorse. But Sunday afternoon, after a trip home with PIZZA (which was thin and veggie but still pizza...oh how I adore you Katy) and Saturday full of bagels, Chinese food, a few drinks and yes more pizza. I felt like shit. I really let myself down. I want to be thinner and I was willing in a moment to gain those lost pounds back. It really makes one realize how I got this way in the first place, I guess how most of us get there. Just having bad eating decision after a night full of drinking after bad eating decision. No wonder this world is thriving on ways to help people lose weight. I guess tonight, after three days of sticking to my plan again, I can honestly say its worth skipping on the bread or not topping something with cheese for long enough to get my weight under control. After all I am not doing this for anyone but me. In all life decisions I have to remember that.
Now lets break this little plateau I am treading in...
