A little less motivation

Today was a pretty good day... until dinner. We had dinner with my in-laws - which was great, as we don't get to see them too often - BUT (there's always a but, isn't there?).. we went to Old Country Buffet. Which, for those of you not familiar, is like a Golden Corral.. only not nearly as delicious. I did pretty well all things considered. I had a giant salad with baby spinach and cucumbers and carrots and just a little sprinkle of cheese and a little bit of low-fat Ranch dressing... and then a small (smaller than the palm of my hand) chicken-fried steak with some biscuit gravy and small small serving of mashed potatoes also with biscuit gravy. So even that, not so bad. I also drank only water. For desert I had a miniscule square of what I'm assuming what supposed to be cheesecake (although it didn't really taste like cheesecake) and then about 1/4 of a chocolate chip cookie square. That's all fine and dandy. Then we left. Then my baby screamed the 15 minute drive home because he decided he was STARVING TO DEATH as soon as we were walking to the car. Then when we got home I realized his diaper was about to explode, so there was more screaming as I made him wait another 5 minutes for his bottle (how DARE I?!). Then by the time he ate, had a bath and I got him ready for bed.. well, it was an hour passed his usual bedtime and he was overtired and out of sorts and fighting sleep and me the whole way.

My stress level quickly went from low to EXTREMELY HIGH within the course of about an hour. Let me just say that both of my children were perfectly behaved all during dinner. I guess you can't really ask for more than that. But my hopes and dreams of going to the gym quickly went out the window as the clock approached 8:45 and the baby was not yet asleep (although I passed bedtime duty off to Daddy at that point, lest I through my child across the room.. there is a reason nature makes them so cute).

Rationally I know if I had just sucked it up and gone to the gym - be it 9pm or not - I would have felt probably 100% better. But the last Bud Light living in the fridge was calling my name.. as were the cigarettes living in my purse. Needless to say.. I chose to self-medicate rather than go work my frustrations out by lifting weights and "running" on the eliptical. I'm a little disappointed in myself.

Self discovery note: junk food makes me depressed. As soon as I ate that chicken-fried steak with that biscuit gravy I felt my mood sink. And then when I ate that sort-of-a-cheesecake square I realized, "I'm not even hungry anymore... I'm just eating this because it's here." I think if I had stuck with my salad and maybe a little bit of mashed potatoes I may have felt more like going to the gym.

My plan for tomorrow is to take my gym bag with me to work, and hit the gym right after I get out before I pick up the baby from the sitters. I figure I can get at least 45 minutes of something in. Maybe do just a smaller version of my normal cardio/strength training routine.

I also weigh-in tomorrow, and I'm concerned that my fried food and beer is going to effect the result. :-\   I'll be hydrating quite a bit before bed tonight.