Falling off the good food wagon.

Well, I fell off the good food wagon this week with a resounding THUD. Got on the scale and lo and behold, I had gained not only the 2 pounds I had originally though, but TWO more. Four whole pounds. Four. I'm seriously thinking of renaming George to Douchebag, but to be honest, it's not his fault. It's mine.

I started thinking about how all this happened. It really only started from Friday to Tuesday morning. That's a relatively short amount of time to gain four pounds. First it was the easter candy, (given to a two year old, why I'll never know), then it was some bread dipped in olive oil and cheese. Then onto some greasy pizza and birthday cake on Sunday. And let's cap it all off with a double cheeseburger from McDonald's. Wow. I ate like crap for over an entire long weekend. I'm surprised it's only four pounds.

Why do we eat bad foods? Is it stress, sorrow, boredom, availability?

This time, it was a combination of boredom and availability. I was throwing myself on the fire, really. I mean, who gives a two year old a basket full of candy. What, as a good mom, could I have done? Eat it, of course. Now, I know that's not really how it happened, but that's how my brain rationalizes that intake of crappy food. The kid didn't need it, but I did. Same goes for throwing food away. Whatever the kid doesn't eat, gets saved, snacked on, or stolen off the plate all to the detriment of my calorie counts. It was there, it sounded good, it tastes good and gimme more. Not exactly the way to keep up the healthy eating trend.

Healthy eating is hard. It's also expensive. That would be another main contributor to this week's stunning four pound gain. Good, healthy and organic food is expensive. The budget is tight in our house, and the more it's tightened, the more grocery shopping feels the pinch. Bad food is cheap, it's abundant and when your pocketbook is doing the deciding, it's all too easy to end up with a house full of crap food.

Not that any of this is an excuse to eat like garbage. There are ways to eat well and cheaply if you're willing to put in the work. It's obvious this weekend, I was not willing to put in the work. I didn't cook and meal plan, or pack snacks or even really pay attention to what I was eating. As a result, my scale told me exactly what I needed to hear.

So, fine, George. I hear you. Message is loud and clear. Quit being lazy. Throw out the damn candy. Get off my ass and put the work in to lose this weight.