Oktoberfucked

I was 142.8 for three days in a row.  I was 19 pounds down and just 1 measly pound away from reaching the big 2-0.  

I had big plans for that "20 Pounder" post.

I was gonna take pictures 20 things that weigh 20 pounds, post them to the blog, and bask in how many bags of cat litter, car tires, legos, etc. I've lost.

It was going to be gloriously self-indulgent and obnoxious.





Was.

I don't even know what happened.

Oh, wait.  Yes I do.

It's called......Oktoberfest.



Oktoberfest.   That time once a year when everyone pretends to be German by partaking in sausage, pretzels, schnitzel, strudel, sour kraut, yodeling, the Chicken dance (which I didn't realize was a German thing until yesterday), and of course large steins of bier.

Now I know what you're thinking.   "Poor Chunky Bride.  She just couldn't handle the temptation........she was completely overcome by the bevy of bavarian bites and beverages to be had and overdid it."

Nope.

This blogger actually planned ahead.   I hit the gym before the fest.  And I hit it hard. I burned over 800 calories according to the counter on the treadmill.

I ate lunch beforehand--plain grilled chicken with a tablespoon of dipping sauce.  I purposely kept it light to allow for wiggle room at the festival.

I drank wine instead of beer at Oktoberfest and for dinner I ordered the leanest thing they offered which was a simple roasted pork loin.  White meat!   And sour kraut! Which is, like, basically pickled cabbage.  I split a single pretzel with, like, three other people.

I thought I was golden.

I kept track of my calories meticulously throughout the day and by all accounts still consumed a net total of 1200 after exercise was factored in.

I thought this morning was my 20 Pounder day.

So imagine my surprise shock when I stepped on the scale this morning to be greeted with a 145.0 staring back up at me from the scale. 

What. The. F?!?!




I mean, seriously, even if I had gone completely nuts and consumed 2000+ calories at the festival, that should not translate to an OVER TWO POUND GAIN.  Something has got to be off here. 

And to make matters worse, at the gym yesterday I spent 90 minutes on the treadmill at a fairly steep incline and felt completely fine.   But then the second that I got off of it, I realized that something is definitely out of whack in my left knee.   It hurts to walk down stairs or downhill.  Well, actually, it hurts to walk at all, but it really hurts to go down stairs or downhill. 

So now I'm dealing with some inexplicable upward fluctuation and a sports injury at the same time and it royally, royally sucks.