Why can't I seem to keep it together on the weekend? I go to the gym all week long and really make some pretty good eating decisions as well Monday through Friday. But then Saturday morning rolls around, and suddenly I find myself eating butter-covered pancakes, and napping on the couch!
And football doesn't help matters. It seems there's some unspoken "turning of the head" when it comes to eating during the game. On Saturday I made wings, cheese sticks, potato skins, and burgers - all of which were complete with a variety of dipping sauces. The fat content alone was enough to induce a coronary. But, we ate in front of the TV, and only worried about which end zone the pigskin landed in.
What else did I eat this weekend? Popcorn made with oil and butter, chocolate chip walnut cookies, pizza, guacamole, oh good Lord, the list goes on.
I will say I did get out and walk yesterday. But, I still felt like a bloated slob at the end of night. Even my wedding ring was tight! Thank goodness it's Monday. If the weekends were any longer, I'd really have a problem getting into my pants!
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