I went kinda crazy over the Thanksgiving holiday. No surprise there. Eating like a Survivor cast member who just won an award is what I do best. And the mashed potatoes my momma made were really and truly the best I have ever had. And my fried turkey was amazing. And the braised short ribs. Chicken and dumplings. Shrimp and grits. Bacon. Strawberry Ginger Mimosas. And let us not forget about the bottomless glasses of wine and chocolate bread pudding.
Yeah, your girl did the Truffle Shuffle all week long. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I had been logging in 4 miles every day as I had planned, but my injury wouldn’t let me. Not only did I NOT do the half marathon I had been training for, I could barely walk without hobbling.
So today I am up about 7 pounds. I thought it would dial back to about a 4 pound gain after she left, but I can’t keep my hand from shoving the fork in my mouth. And my social calendar means the glass is always half full. Literally.
I decided I need to take a stance on my diet and jump start my weight loss journey again. I decided to give up wine and margaritas for the next 90 days.
Yeah right! It’s the holidays, suckas! Plus…motherhood.
So I decided to give up something else I love instead. Potatoes.
Yep, for the next 90 days I shall not allow that starchy goodness to pass my lips. No fries, no chips, no mashed, no baked and no tots. NO POTATOES.
That, coupled with slowly returning to running, should get me back in the game mentally. Honestly, I think part of my current funk has a lot to do with these extra 7 pounds I’m carrying around.
I’m potato-free until March 10th. It is written.
If you see me sneaking a waffle fry you have my permission to smack it out of my hands and call me a fatty.