Where Is My Mind?

Hi, my name is Quix.  And I done fucked up last weekend.

I can’t even be mad at the scale.  Or question WTF went wrong.  I know (sorta – although if you look at the numbers… still shoulda lost).

Friday night, I ate a very, very restricted amount of food calories (1000) to save room for the bar calories (500).  Priorities, people.  We went out, we had fun, it was all good (and planned for).

Saturday, we had two “going out” meals planned, brunch for a friend’s birthday at 11, and a fancypants steak dinner with other friends at 7.  We were more than a little hungover at brunch (lack of food magnifies hangover by eleventy-billion-fold), and it was the thing to do, so we ordered a mimosa.  Hair of the dog and all.  I ate my veggie burger with no mayo like a good girl (we won’t talk about the fries, but still – a planned choice.  Steak and veggies and salad for dinner instead of potato).

Herein lies the problem.  After brunch, someone shouts, “what’s next”, and we end up at our neighborhood bar which has 2 dollar mimosa happy hour that afternoon.

I don’t know if you have ever had a daytime champagne buzz all afternoon, but let me tell you – it is decadent.  You feel like a desperate housewife.  You’re on a boat.  You are Fancypants McGee with your numb nose and your giggles.  You also realize that once you sober up, you’re going to crash HARD.  And you have dinner at 7 with friends, while amenable to the happy fun, were not actually WITH YOU drinking champagne all day, so they’re not on your level and would be very very disappointed if you canceled.  So the mantra is MAINTAIN, MAINTAIN, MAINTAIN.  Which takes more champagne.

Steak dinner goes well, with a salad, a glass of wine, a petit filet and crab with spinach, and we’re having fun.  Then desert comes up and I wave it off.  First, chocolate is suggested.  Then cheesecake.  Then other things.  Finally, they settle on KEY LIME PIE.  Um, sorry, I have been craving a freaking key lime pie for about a year.  I had a bite and it was probably one of the best pieces I have ever had – cinnamon graham cracker crust, super tart lime, not super moussey… I split the fucker down the middle with Zliten.  Yes I broke my sugar fast.  Was worth it.  Don’t regret it at all.  Haven’t had any since, plan to keep it up for the majority of the year, honestly.  But that pie was amAAAzing.

Then, we return to the bar and have a few drinks with our friends who aren’t feeling it, and then we proceeded, out of our mind, to go home, continue drinking, and dancing around to bad pop all night and talking about life.  All said and done, it was about a 3000 calorie damage that day.  I know, because I made my ass go back and track it all.  I really wanted to “start again on Monday” but I made myself go own up to my awesomely fun day.

The funny thing is – each outing is at our neighborhood bar.  So we’ve been there 3 times in 24 hours.  I’d say it’s a record, but you didn’t know me in college.  It’s still pretty impressive though!  I will definitely count this on my “memorable days of 2011” list!

Every other day, I had a pretty damn good eating day, but two days of partying did make me skip my cycle strength class on Sunday, so I only got 4 workout days last week.

The scale is up, but it’s not unreasonably so, and it’s also TOM.  So I’ll freak out next week, ok?

Avg calories in per day: 1654 +100 for error = 1754.  So seriously, one crazy day can’t do THAT much.  It should equate to about maintenance without workouts (something like 1/3 lb lost).

Workouts were a little less than normal and it was weird to start off the week without a workout, but I wouldn’t call it slacking.  4 days of solid, hard workouts is less than I planned, but whatevs.

Monday: off (Yelp event and then early to bed after some good Mediterranean food)
Tuesday: 30 mins swim (30 mins IM) + 30 mins abs and legs
Wednesday: bike workout # 8 Steady as she goes – 10 mins warmup, 45 mins 75-80% heart rate (around 90-100 rpm), 5 mins cooldown (15 miles total)
Thursday: group power
Friday: run workout # 13 Out and Backs – 10  mins warmup, 11 mins “out”, 9 mins “back” , then 5 mins ou 4 mins back, short cooldown (wanted to do the full distance twice, but gym was closing)
Saturday: off
Sunday: off

All in all, it was about a 2k calorie burn.  Along with the silly dancing and walking home from the bar on Saturday, I’ll say I probably should be close to 1 lb lost this week calorie-wise.

Here’s the forward thinking plan.  No champagne days planned (but you never know) and a little workout penance for missing out last week.

Monday: bike workout (False flats – THIS WAS HARD!!! 35 mins uphill)
Tuesday: group power
Wednesday: off
Thursday: run workout (whatever I can muster – I am WIPED today, I think it’s focused on nasal breathing, which I may skip due to allergies, not sure I can do an hour of snot in, snot out)
Friday: swim workout (not sure what the next one is, I think alternating speed and technique intervals)
Saturday: Gorilla Run (yes, that is a 5k in a gorilla suit – you heard right!  Race #1 for the year!)
Sunday: cycle strength (let’s see if I make it!!!)

Official weigh in this week: 168.2 (but that was last Thursday), down 1.8 overall, 0.6 this week.  I don’t anticipate much of a loss this next week, but I’ll work toward it and maybe my body will surprise me.  I’ll letcha know.

So, I ask: when you have a crazy day out and make some food/drink choices that may not be 100% angelic, do you find you regret them, or feel like it’s worth it, and you just put in the effort elsewhere?