I slipped up this weekend. I went up to my friend's college and ate so much. Has anyone ever had Five Guys before? The hamburgers are to die for. MMMMMMMMM yummy fat oozing out of patty. I kept track of my calories though, which is a good thing because I really didn't gain too much weight. I'm pretty sure I'm up about a half a pound, so it's not too big of a deal. I ate about 5500-6000 calories on Saturday, but taking into account all the splurge calories I had saved up, the damage requires a lot less fixing.
Even though I've lost a bunch of weight, I can still eat a hell of a lot. There's no stopping me when I break open that DO NOT ENTER door. It's crazy really. My stomach is smaller, yet the fatty within still screams "FEED ME!" when the opportunity arises. I don't know. I guess it's something I'm going to have to deal with for the rest of my life. Of course the fear of gaining all the weight back has crossed my mind; I just don't think it will be a huge issue for me this time around. I've learned how to deal with all the ups and downs of weight loss through blogging about it. I think maintenance will be the ultimate challenge. That's not gonna be for another year though, so I've got some time.
Counting calories is probably something I'm going to have to do for the rest of my life. I like knowing where I am in the weight loss game. When I look back at how much I ate on Saturday, I would definitely be stressing out a lot more if I didn't know how many calories I had. Yea, 6000 is a lot, but it really only takes a few days of "calorie deficiting" to get back to where I was before the weekend. So um, it's all good.