I weighed 152 pounds Saturday morning.

That lasted all of 45 seconds.

I went berserk this weekend y’all. I mean it was Bingetastic in every sense of the word. It was really weird actually. I felt like I was PMSing except that I’m not. Not anywhere near it, so I don’t know what was going on. My mood turned dark on a dime and I had a total attitude all weekend long that was fueled by Funfetti cake and Kraft caramels. I didn’t want to do anything or go anywhere. I snapped at my kids and poor Shawn stayed outside most of the time to get away from me. I was a whole lotta fun to be around! I didn’t even shower yesterday until 9pm (you’re welcome). I almost felt like something just wasn’t quite right, but I didn’t know what. Is it too early for Alzheimer’s to be settling in?

I finally gave myself a mental “SNAP OUT OF IT!” about 6 pm last night and I hauled my arse off the couch and clean the living daylights out of both bathrooms and then I did a hard 30 minutes on the elliptical and I even did some strength training (hence the late shower). I gingerly stepped on the scale this morning and was not surprised: 156.5. That’s 4.5 pounds in 48 hours. Yeah, that’s gotta be a record or something. I know from past experience that a few days of eating like a human and not a rhino, plus drinking lots of water and working out will help erase those 4.5 pounds, but dang! That was a crazy 48 hours even for me.

So, I’m guzzling my water and nibbling on carrot sticks and trying to just stay focused on work. I’ve got beans in the crock pot at home, so dinner is already cooked, which leaves me plenty of time to work out this evening. I’d really like to figure out what went wrong though – when I’m like that there is usually a reason. I’ll have to think on it some more and figure out where/when the snafu happened.