I didn’t quite have the day that Miss Zoot had yesterday, but I did in fact ruin the diet again. After all of the eating out, drinking, cheesecake, and birthday celebrations last week, I really had good intentions of sticking to it this week.
I started out Monday determined to stick very strictly to the diet and did well. In fact, I came in one point shy of my total daily allotment. Even watching the hubby eat his Valentine’s day chocolates didn’t deter me. Tuesday, however, was a different story.
I got up Tuesday with the same determination to eat right. I had my 2 points bowl of oatmeal for breakfast. By 10:00 I was starving and those mean little guys that live in my stomach were totally bitching me out for not giving them a little something to munch on until lunchtime. I finally gave in and had a few mini rice cakes for 1 point. Then came the problem.
I walked into the break room to grab a Diet Coke out of the fridge thinking it would help fill my tummy for a bit. Sitting there on the table was a nice little tupperware container just begging to be opened. It was there the day before, but I managed to resist the temptation. I just didn’t have the willpower to resist it again. I opened it up to find the most delicious looking heart-shaped sugar cookies…with frosting. I might have been able to turn away if it weren’t for the fact that the same co-worker brings these in every year and I know that they are pure heaven. So, I decided to have half of a cookie. Couldn’t be too bad right? Wrong. After I finished off the first half, I had to go back for the second half. I had a salad for lunch and I was good for the rest of the afternoon except for the one little piece of chocolate that somehow managed to find its way to my mouth.
I figured even though I had messed up a little bit, I could watch what I ate for dinner and even it out a bit. Well, that didn’t work out so well. When I got home, Hubby was in the kitchen working on dinner. Guess what he was cooking? Spagetti. One of my favorite meals. There are two things that really kill my diet. One is pizza. The other is spagetti. When it comes to those two foods, there is no such thing as portion control for me. I just can’t do it. So, I ate way more than I should have and just set myself back another day on my diet.
At this point I’m just hoping that I can break even with the weight that I was two weeks ago–before the funeral, the traveling, eating out, and birthdays. I’m really angry with myself for losing control when I was doing so well. At least there are no more birthdays coming up in my family until April and no major holidays for a while so I can get back on track.
The good news is that the new jeans I just bought on Sunday are feeling a little loose today. And, my awesome friend Amy sent me an Old Navy gift card for my birthday so I can go buy more new clothes (Thank You!!). I think I may hold onto it until I drop another size though.