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The sultry aroma and come-hither lights drew me into the building.
As I approached the doors, slowly, I spotted the big floppy slices of cheesy goodness.
Damn you, Celestino’s.
As I ordered I glanced around.
“God, I hope none of my readers see me.”
It started with one cheat day, which turned into a cheat weekend…that later turned into cheat week.
And now, I have officially fallen off the vegan wagon.
After several feast days with my roommate over the course of her birthday week I decided I could no longer ignore it.
I began to walk past my scale like a gun-slinger.
Finally, after several stare-offs, I weighed.
Holy crap.
I gained back seven of the 23 pounds I’d lost since September 1st.
After I composed myself from my mini internal freak out, I decided to come up with a game plan.
I thrust myself into Envy (which is going great btw!) and tried to stretch every workout I could into the little time I have during the day.
I began to take stairs instead of elevators. I walked to school instead of taking the bus. I even avoided my biggest vice, iced coffee, in an effort to save calories.
After my maneuvers I got my weight back down, and more. I had lost two more pounds from where I was, totaling me out at 25lbs down.
For now, I have decided being vegan was (and is) an insane idea.
I have begun to convert to vegetarian, with the occasional meat on special occasions.
My biggest test will be coming with Thanksgiving, but I plan on stacking my plate with as much mashed taters as it can hold and calling it a night.
We’ll see…for now, I will make peace with my Celestino’s break down and appreciate my vegan journey for what it was: the beginning jump-start of my weight loss.
