Of course, when I got home yesterday afternoon I was so puffed up with pride at my behavior (I went for a RUN! While OUT OF MY ROUTINE! I AM THE SHIT!!) that I ate fish and chips for dinner and had several beers. I can sense myself slowly slipping back into the pattern of doom: behave like a saint/exercise fiend Monday-Thursday and then let loose on the weekend. For a while, this pattern allows you to maintain your weight, and then all of a sudden it's six months later, you can't remember the last time you had a good day, and you've gained 10 pounds.
I've got to get a handle on the weekends, but I'm not sure how to make myself. Set some weekend exercise goals? Meditate for a half hour Saturday mornings and get my head in the right place? Meet with G every Friday and plan every bite/sip? Come up with a list of delicious homemade meals to try on the weekends?
Those were some ideas off the top of my head--what do y'all do to get through the weekends? In particular, how do you shake off the mindset of "deserving" to eat/drink whatever you want after a week of good behavior?
Scale was all over the place this morning, but I'm taking the lowest number I saw: 183.5. Down a pound from last week, down half a pound overall from two weeks ago.