If you live in the south, you’ve heard the phrase “come hell or high water”. That’s how I felt on Friday, Day 3 of the challenge. I planned to stay on the 24 day challenge and update you guys over the weekend, come hell or high water. Well incase you didn’t know, I’m from North Houston. Which means that I’ve had both hell and high water over the past few days! For the sake of accountability, I’m gonna tell you guys alllll about it.
Day 3 (Friday) –
Stayed on my meal plan with the exception of 3 beers at the fairgrounds on Friday night. 3 beers when you’re dieting is WAY different than 3 beers when you’re not dieting. I was drunk as a skunk, but I turned down Bucees chicken strips and French fries in the name of Advocare. Hallelujah.
Day 4 (Saturday) –
Woke up Saturday morning and had my normal breakfast, followed by a late lunch at Salata about 6 hours later. I had a small salad and actually cheated a little by eating a few bites of my sister’s white roll dipped in the tomato basil soup, which I do not regret because it was amazing. Fast forward to Saturday night, I had a total of 9 beers and 3 Vegas Bombs. If I were keeping a list of the most intoxicated I’ve ever been, Saturday night would be in the top 5.
Day 5 (Sunday) –
Woke up Sunday morning surprisingly not hungover. But that’s probably because I was still a little drunk. Sunday was the “hell” part of the ‘hell or high water’ thing I mentioned earlier, for personal reasons. I was distracted on my drive home and I accidentally drove all the way to Tomball on 99, so I went to Krista’s house and drank some more. Because hell. Krista finally convinced me to shower and put on some clean clothes, which I did, and we set off to my house to meal prep and pack a bag so I could stay with her that night. While we were at my house I finally ate. I made my tuna and egg protein surprise, and holy hell why don’t I eat that every day? It was so delicious.
Day 6 (Monday) –
This is the “high water” part. It started raining Sunday night around 5:30 and it stormed until sometime Monday morning. I decided not to try to make it to work, which was the best thing I could have done. I slept until like 11am and spent the rest of day on the couch with Krista watching OITNB. I stayed on my meal plan for breakfast and lunch but I wasn’t hungry for my snack so I didn’t eat it. I eventually made my way back to my house from Krista’s and lounged around for a few hours before going to sleep.
So that’s it! That was my weekend. On Monday morning, I was feeling extra lean so I decided to weigh myself. Krista’s scale said 179.8. So on Day 6 of my 24 day challenge, I had already lost more than 13 pounds. And I feel every bit of 13 pounds lighter! If you remember, I started this challenge just trying to get rid of my cravings. I didn’t think I’d lose more than 5 pounds, if that! So my weight loss has come as a complete shock to me. This challenge is already worth every penny, and I’m only a quarter of the way done with it. I can’t wait to see where the rest of the challenge takes me!
I already know what happens when I give up. I want to see what will happen if I don't.