Wings lead to downfalls

When it comes to eating well consistently, I irritate myself. For days and days, I will eat well (egg beaters + fruit for breakfast, protein + veggies for lunch and same for dinner, small snacks of fruit and almonds). Then, one "bad meal" leads to total downfall.

Case in point: last Thursday evening. I was out with friends and had "saved" calories for an IPA. IPAs are 200+ calories each and I know light beers are significantly less caloric, but...light beers suck. I'd rather use 200 calories on a good beer. Anyway, I ordered my IPA and was enjoying it. I can't talk as elegantly as John can talk about craft beers, but this beer was delish. Delish is really sufficient enough for any food or beverage description, in my opinion. 

The evening was going fine until...the clock struck 10. Half-price wings, damn it. I only got five wings, which is basically an insult to all wing connoisseur, but five wings is enough to do some damage, calorie-wise. 

Friday night's meal included cheeseburger on pretzel bun (pretzel buns get me every time---they're so gimmicky, but I love them), fries, ice cream, and another IPA. On Saturday, I indulged in Chinese food for lunch, only to find out that John wanted to go out to dinner that night too (we rarely go out to dinner on Saturday nights). So....two meals out on Saturday.

Sunday, I got back on track. Today, I got back on track with food and with the gym. I bought this energy drink that had "serving gauges" on the side so that I did not drink more than one serving. The drink tasted like garbage, mixed with berries, but I "felt" like I could run crazy fast....for three minutes at a time, lol. 

Yesterday, I walked on a treadmill next to a girl who was crazy skinny. One of my thighs equaled two of her legs. She was basically half of me. After being at the gym, I thought to myself, "Hmm...if I had 900 calories a day, I'd be okay...and I'd lose tons of weight." Then, as quickly as that thought entered my mind, it fleeted. 

I just want to fit into more than one fucking pair of pants for work. Agh. 

Fruitcake coma

Current weight: 172

No matter what I do, I can't seem to get my weight to decrease. Using couch to 5k and training, all while eating 1300 or less calories, seemed to do little to get that # down. Everything was completely anti-climactic due to us not being able to attend the actual Ugly Sweater Run (stupid snow).

Today, I had a moment of weakness. It lasted for about 5 minutes, but did 500+ calories worth of damage.

Every Christmas, my mother gets me a fruit cake from Swiss Colony, a company based in Wisconsin. If Wisconsin can do anything correct, its expertise lies in cheese, bratwurst, and other delectable fatty foods. Not surprisingly, Swiss Colony's fruitcakes kick ass.

Fruitcake is a mysterious treat--- a dense bread with jellied fruits and gigantic pecans. I realize that it's full of sugar, but I almost feel like it would be "healthier" to indulge in a burger, fries, and milkshake rather than a slice of fruitcake.

Anyway, within 5 minutes, I ate 1 1/2 servings of the fruitcake (serving size is 1/5 of the cake). I have to admit that it was "stress eating"---the type of eating that really irritates me since it is usually done in a flurry of unawareness.

A few hours later, and I feel dehydrated and sluggish. Things will be better tomorrow, but it is frustrating when I "try" to have healthy habits and see no type of outcome.