It's Not Been A Good Week

This past week has NOT been a very good one for me mentally and physically.  Last Thursday was a triple whammy:  it was Remicade day, I started my period, and I drank 2 beers the night before.  All of those things inevitably make me gain weight, and true to form, by Friday morning I was up 3 pounds.  Mind you, I did not go over 1500 calories a single day, I kept away from dairy, sugar and white flour, and I walked 4-5 miles each day for 5 of the 7 day week.  I knew it would happen with the Remicade and all, but that fact did NOT make things any easier.

Now let's add on a couple other big obstacles--my brother got married on Friday and we went out to dinner afterward.  Oh, and my dad was in town and we went out to lunch as well.  We did Chinese for lunch and I got shrimp with vegetables in white sauce.  I wiped off as much of the sauce as I could, but of course I did eat some, but I accounted for that when logging calories.  I had Ahi Tuna for dinner with zucchini, and while I asked for the dressing on the side of my salad, it did come with the dressing on it.  So I drank 2 glasses of wine and ate one calamari ring, ate the salad with the dressing (picked off the cheese and croutons), ahi tuna and zucchini, and I ate a bite or two of the carrot cake and the chocolate cake people ordered for dessert.  So I did not stick to plan entirely, but I practiced a lot of restraint.  And considering the level of control I had the rest of the week, one would think a day wouldn't matter.

And then on Saturday my friend Veronica had her housewarming party.  I drank WAAAAY too much vodka that night and ended up getting sick a bunch of times that night.  But in terms of food while I was there, I only ate a few pieces of broccoli and a couple of meatballs. 

But even with the vicious hangover I still managed to stay under 1500 calories on Sunday.  Yet here I am on Monday and I am still up a pound from official weigh in day last week.  Tomorrow is official weigh in day and the only hope I have is to have stayed even because there is no way I will have lost.  It is so discouraging--but I have no choice but the power on.  There is no way I will lose weight by giving up so I can't do that, but DAMN am I frustrated.