So I could spend this entire post pissing and moaning about how much this weekend sucked and why I didn't post anything but I think I've done enough whining and dwelling on Friday's events. So instead I'll say this: I didn't eat well ... not at all. Three sake bombs, three sushi rolls, and one very big involuntary purge led to an early bed time and an extremely nice night of sleep Saturday night. Because of the purge I couldn't even begin to estimate yesterday's caloric intake and we spent today at the lake, all day long nibbling and sipping so no idea what my count was today either but to hell with it ... the weekend accomplished what I needed it to do - it cleared my head and got rid of the anxiety and whatever tomorrow's weigh-in (and work day) brings I will take my lashings and move on with life.
There you have it. I'm going to expect the worst, hope for the best, and accept the reality. Now I just have to find a way develop a new groove in life. You see, I don't handle change well ... not at all and I never really have. Change causes anxiety for me. I would much rather wake up every day knowing what to expect and right now I can't do that - but change is part of life and every time I've ever had to deal with it in the past I've always found a new routine that was comfortable for me so I will do that again. What choice do I have?