I’m a little out of sorts over what has transpired the last couple of days. I was prepared to share one of several more insightful articles I am working on, but those will have to wait. For now, I will need you all to act as both a therapist and a priest as I confess my sins and clear my conscious of the ills that took place this weekend.
It started with Friday night. Friday is typically my ‘free’ meal day. Friday is also the family Dairy Queen day in which we all go out for ice cream after the kids do their Fun Run, a running event put together by the local running club. Here is what I got: Mini Choco Cherry Love Blizzard.
Later that night, I decided to keep going and I made a stop at Smash Burger. It doesn’t matter whether you know what Smash Burger is – the name says is all. This is what I got: The Avocado Club.
Saturday was a total diet massacre. I started the day off right with Greek yogurt, whey, PB, and berries. What came next from 10am to 10pm is a different story. I spent the day at my parents, so there was no diet tracking or macro manipulation. Any get together with my family will always include a platter of olives, cheeses, meats, breads and crackers. That was well stocked all day and I ate as long as the food was available. Also made available to me all day was a crockpot FULL of pulled pork. It amounted to a whole pork shoulder. I ate this by the plate full, all day, totaling about 6 plates. I avoided buns – after all, I still try to be a little carb conscious. In addition to the pork, also prepared on a whim was a giant platter of steak with mushrooms, peppers, and onions. I want to say I was able to stray from the desserts – but I failed. A donut, some ice-cream, and a piece of peach pie kept me at bay.
It is hard to say what the stats of any of that would be, but perhaps fat being measured in pounds and not grams would be a little more accurate. I can maybe guess on the pork. Taking into consideration that it was prepared with only a ¼ cup of BBQ sauce and the visible fat trimmed, I would say I easily ate 2-3 pounds of it. The below is a one pound serving.
Upon waking on Sunday, I decided to weigh, just for reference. The result was a little rough on the eyes, but my mind was willing to accept it. I was up seven pounds since my Friday weigh-in. Not to be deterred by this, I decided to go out for breakfast. It was Father’s Day – I couldn’t disappointment my kids. This is what I got, not counting the biscuits or the kids pancake leftovers: Pot Roast Hash.
With Jason’s show coming up this weekend I was hoping to show up to judge looking like I could be on stage. I fell off that wagon a long time ago, but this weekend’s binge isn’t going to help any. I’m curious to see how much of this weight is going to stay throughout the week. My guess is that by next Friday I will most likely be 2-3 pounds up from last Friday. Past bingeing has shown me that the immediate onset of weight is just ‘garbage’ weight and it can be disposed of rather quickly. I once read that you have 48 hours to burn the excess calories you take in before it becomes fat. Perhaps we can touch on that idea next time…
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