The journey from fat to fit. Road trip, woo hoo!

So I managed to avoid binging last night, but the pity party did continue on.  For some reason when I get like that it makes me feel better to be mean to my DH for no good reason.  I don’t even want to begin to explore the psychology behind that, I know it is f*ed up, but after 10 years he’s somewhat used to it and just looks at me with that “are you done yet” look and doesn’t really give a shit.  I don’t want to explore the psychology behind that either.

Anyway, no binge last night, just a lot of pouting, but then today I did definitely go “off program” with a trip to Chevy’s Mexican Restaurant.  I definitely could have done worse food wise, but I could have done better, too.  I can live with what I ate without any bad feelings, so that’s saying something.  I’d probably feel differently if I owned a scale and could actually see the immediate results of the meal, so one more reason to not buy a scale.

The big school/church auction/dinner/dance is Saturday and I guess I am wearing the new red dress that I bought, but I’m not really happy with it.  I’m going to try it again tomorrow with Spanx on and see if that helps.  I’ll post a picture, for better or worse.  On the bright side, everyone I know is wearing black, so at least I’ll be the “fat lady in the red dress” as opposed to “just another fat lady in a black dress.”

Thanks for the supportive comments re: my pity party.  There is comfort in knowing I’m not the only one who has ever felt this way.