Confession Time: I'm a Total Hypocrite Lately

Ok you guys, it's time to confess. I've become a total hypocrite. In case you haven't noticed, BH and BH have been eerily quiet with the blog lately. Granted, we've both been insanely busy, which is about 90% of the reason why we haven't been writing. But for me, the other 10% has been because I've been straight up lazy. As I worked at WW yesterday and weighed people in, I cheered on their successes, I coached them through their weight gains.. All while full well knowing I have been eating total garbage like Easter candy and pizza, I have not been tracking anything I've been eating, and the whole time telling myself it's ok because I'm training for some events.
One of these events happened this morning. It was an indoor triathlon, which meant I had to don a swim suit. I just wore this suit a month and a half ago.. And even though it fits just fine, I was shocked to notice it looked like I was totally like 4 months pregnant - except instead of a real baby, it's a food baby. And in reality, I was NOT shocked. I know I've been eating total crap, and I have not been exercising daily - using the excuses I don't want to burn out before my half marathon in June or that I should not lift weights more than once a week because I will weigh too much to work at WW.
My results this morning show that I beat my distances from last year (Yay me!) but I struggled with every event because I'm not as 'fit' as I was a year ago. I haven't been mindful of what I've been eating. Yesterday's Mexican fiesta for lunch, caramel cinnamon bars for snacks, and Thai takeout for dinner weren't exactly fueling my body for an intense 75 minute workout today. Just because I run 12-17 miles a week right now does not make me fit - Active, yes, but not physically feeling awesomely fit and healthy like I did a year ago. My pants still fit, but they don't quite look the same.
So, my friends, I am totally publicly shaming myself to you, telling you that I am a total Weight Watching slacker. I promise to you that I will get un-lazy, and I invite you to call me out on it if you see me eating a mountain of chocolate or 5 cookies worth of cookie dough. I am committing to fight my unhealthy genetics, to regain my health, and to give that food baby up for adoption.