As you saw from my post yesterday I didn't have time to write but wanted to stick to my commitment to myself to post daily if I could and had access. There really wasn't much to post about Sunday anyway. We went to Mass and then I dropped Gary off at the winery and continued my Christmas shopping. We headed home around 5:00 (a 3-hour trip). We stopped for dinner at a steakhouse that I had heard raves about. It was even recommended by my brother when he was alive. It was called "The Beef House". The parking lot was packed at 7:30 which definitely was a good sign. Well, not everyone's opinions are alike. It had a really nice salad bar, better than most but I can't say the same for the featured item that the restaurant is named after. I was expecting this thick slab of ribeye, melting like butter in my mouth. Not even close. Oh well, I can now say been there, did that!
Yesterday, as I mentioned was busy. My "important date" was #1 of three Christmas parties. Yeah, here I go again. I was responsible for the activities at the party since it was for my TOPS group and I'm the leader. I had asked for volunteers for the games but had no one step forward so you know what happens then. I had ideas running through my head all weekend. Yes, I hear voices in my head :) I only had a few hours to get them sorted out and down on paper for the party, so I used every spare moment I had. At least I might be able to use these for party #2 on Saturday.
It was then off to weigh-in. I had upped my calories this week by 400. I thought that 1200 was barely sustainable and I had lost over a pound last week with more calories Thanksgiving week. I bought into all I heard about not eating enough and my metabolism shutting down. Okay, my weight status. I did lose ... 1/4# and I'm not going to turn my nose up at that. It's a loss and during this time of year, I'm certainly okay but the daily calorie projection is going back down some.
I was somewhat miffed at myself last night. I was holding it all together at dinner. Not having the best selection (another buffet) but keeping my portions small and NO DESSERT. As I looked at other people's plate ... I know shame on me for judging .... I was surprised. We were a weight loss group. Plates piled high and multiple desserts, huh??? I was okay until I got home and must have been feeling some deprivation because I ate the last two pieces of Gary's pizza that he had delivered for his dinner.
Sometimes you've got it ... sometimes it's got you. But, I'm okay. I'm carrying on!