Survivor

Did you survive Superbowl Sunday? Did you even acknowledge it's passing? Some people aren't into the Superbowl, and that's fine, I myself, look forward to any excuse to throw back a beer or two with friends. Oh, it's Tuesday, you say? Perfect time for a beer! Your cousin's boyfriend's nephew just got circumcised? Congrats, let's celebrate!--It's just how I roll. And roll I did. Yes, that was me you saw drinking a pina colada at Molly's on Sunday, guilty as charged. I cannot let coconut and pineapple flavored goodness pass me by when it has alcohol in it, especially when there is shopping involved and when it is free. Sorry, again, that's just how I roll.
I did NOT however, allow for my pina colada episode to completely derail my efforts. I was 100% on plan food wise. I did also switch from pina colada heaven to Select when we went to watch the Superbowl later that evening. Yes, I know, beer is not allowed on plan. Hello? Have you met me? Are you an approved Stalker Friend? If so you should know I do not follow rules well and I won't completely give up my beer. Is it hindering me getting to my goal sooner? Probably, but that is a decision I have made and one I have lived with and as long as I am not standing in my underwear in my kitchen following a night of boozing it up, eating a bag of Totino's pizza rolls while taking Hidden Valley ranch shooters, I'll be fine. (If that day comes, Coach K and Coach K Squared, have my full permission to beat me, commit me, whatever they need to do to pry the ranch dressing an pizza rolls out of my drunken cold hands.)
As I said in a previous post, I do not let a night of adult beverage enhanced indulgence give license to eat whatever the hell I want. Did I spend an inordinate amount of time in front of Carol's shrimp platter? Yes, I did, but again, do you realize how much shrimp 7 ounces really is? And the time in front of the shrimp tray, was not time spent in front of the bowl of Ruffles.
Down 2 pounds this week. That is 7 pounds in 2 weeks. That is almost a complete erasure of my time off the wagon. The jeans I bought when given a 20 minute mad dash through Gordman's on my birthday are size 31's. YEEEE-HAW!!!! (yes, they do have 2% stretch in them, I don't really give a shit.) While I need to step my exercising efforts back up, as I'm feeling a little flabby, I am back on my weigh down. (Yes, pun intended there).
I have another adult beverage laden indulgence planned for the weekend. I am fully prepared for it. Shrimp, turkey meatballs, wings (I don't really care for hot wings, so not a problem there) veggie tray with WF dip (regular dip for the regulars) I'm thinking of making some grilled chicken and steak kebab thingys and I will probably have chips and salsa for the others, only because I adore my chip and dip set and use it every chance I can. Yes, this sounds like an enormous amount of food. It is. Coach K can attest to my Betty Crocker/Martha Stewart tendencies. I can get a bit carried away at times. I also have Select 55, vodka and lots of crystal lite on hand.
Tonight, I may cave and have a glass of wine. Yes, wine is mostly sugar and carbs and lots of bad stuff. But, I adore wine and I am going to a WINERY. And for someone who adores wine to not have a glass while IN a WINERY, seems like it could be felonious. I will do perfect, food wise, through and for me, that's good enough today.