A Hermit's Life for Me?

I had a blast this past weekend. Got to spend lots of time with my hunky hubby, even though our business is very busy we were able to do alot of errand running together which allowed us time to have some fun in the evenings. However, I also had a bad weekend ... with food. Friday night we went to a Rotary Ribfest ... NOTHING there was healthy ... well, maybe the chicken, which I did eat. The onion blossoms, potato chip rings, ribs and funnel cakes? BAD, BAD, BAD. I have to admit I did try them all ... sharing them of course with my hubby and our friends. So I was bad, but only 1/2 bad. Hee hee! Doesn't that count a bit??!
Saturday evening we went to a neighbour's pool party (don't worry, a bathing suit didn't even come NEAR my body) and I had 2 coolers. Yum, Yum. Hadn't drank in a long time, boy did I enjoy them. Again BAD, BAD, BAD. Came home, hubby and I had the munchies after drinking, went downtown and bought BAD, BAD snacks (yup, had my DORITOS fix). I was on a roll ... not a good roll ... I was adding to MY rolls.
Sunday came along, I cooked a healthy breakfast, determined to get back on track. Well, Sunday ended with dinner at a small local Chinese Food Buffet. Yup. I had one plate, watermelon and one piece of dessert, so I was proud of myself. Not bad. Not good, but not bad.

So this morning ... yup, you guessed it ... the scale was NOT nice to me. GEE, I WONDER WHY??!! It ain't rocket science people ... I ate enough bad food to give my WW leader a coronary when she looks at my meal tracker this week. I AM THE BAD EXAMPLE ... she'll probably make me stand at the front of the room while she reads my tracker to everyone ... "THIS IS HOW NOT TO EAT ON WEIGHT WATCHERS, LADIES" she'll say. Oh, the humiliation. Why do I do this to myself?? I don't know. I attend parties and go places that always jeopardize me ... I feel prepared, knowing what good choices to make, what not to shove in my mouth, but I ALWAYS end up eating the wrong things. No willpower. It's so hard when everyone else is eating and drinking, I want it too. Should I become a hermit? Maybe that's a good idea, at least until I'm thin. But then I'd have no social life. That's sad. I'd miss my weekends out with my hunky hubby and friends. Nope ... no hermit's life for me. I'd probably just eat myself into a closet anyways ... and would get stuck there. CALL 911 ... MOM'S EATEN HERSELF INTO THE PANTRY AND CAN'T GET OUT!!! Now there's a t.v. reality show I don't want to be the star of!
So I have to start exercising some control ... it's SOOO hard ... but beats living life as a hermit.

Thanks for reading!