I've been MIA for awhile, but I'm back for my dreaded confession. Yes, at 3 1/2 years I finally failed my sleeve and climbed 10 pounds above what had become my new normal. I got super slack, particularly in the alcohol department (which is in itself, a whole other issue for me). I was indulging in too many bakery items and chocolate. None of the lessons I Learned in therapy were working. Old habits were alive and well and gaining momentum. The final straw was failing to properly prepare for my most recent vacation. Typically, I do a preemptive strike by getting to the bottom of my bounce range to help accommodate the weight I know I'll gain when I'm on vaca. But this time I went in to it at the top of my bounce range since I just couldn't seem to stay on plan. Went home for a wedding for 5 days and unexpectedly spent 2 of them with my dad in the hospital. The wedding celebrations and stress of my dad's illness were not conducive for smart choices. Overall I drank nearly a liter of Malibu, much wine, several shots of ??? at the wedding, had waffles and French toast for breakfast, strawberry shortcake, mom's homemade cookies, etc.....you get the picture.
So I stepped on the scale when I got back to work and it said 150!!!! Ugh! The thought of giving up and remaining on the path of carb decadence was looking somewhat appealing. I was far too embarrassed to come on here and share the results of my stupidity. But once I pulled on a pair of jeans and discovered just how snug they had become I came to my senses. Apparently I hate shopping for new clothes more than I love carbs. I immediately went into carb detox mode and back to PROTEIN PROTEIN PROTEIN and FLUIDS FLUIDS FLUIDS. Took a couple weeks, but yesterday at work the scale showed 140 again. WHEW!!!
So yes, it can happen, yes, it does happen. But if it does, you CAN stop the madness and reverse the consequences. It always comes down to basics.
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