Yesterday was a calorie bomb - and moving on....geesh!
The crazy thing is that it wasn't even DB's fault. I said no candy and he complied. I said, let's stay on plan and he complied. No one's fault but mine. What did I do? I went out for lunch with a girlfriend and we "treated" ourselves to an oversized portion of chicken shawarma with hummus and pita at a Mediterranean restaurant, then I said "yes" to the donuts still left from that morning (why??
They weren't even good anymore?) when I got back - fully and firmly still planted in "treating myself" mode. Then, got home and just had to have a few pieces of chocolate the kids offered me from their Valentine's party loot at school.
Oh yeah...and then I had the lovely dinner that DB made for me - whole wheat, veggie only, completely vegan handmade pizza. And wine. He bought me wine - but only because I asked. At that point, WTH? Poor guy - I tell him for a week that I don't want anything food/alcohol related for Vday and then he plans this sweet dinner and I send him out to the store for wine while he's trying to cook. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I ate a donut earlier that day. Geesh!
Back on plan today!! I've already had my morning smoothie and have made plans with my friend to run at the gym at lunch.
Looking back, I could have gone to lunch with my friend and chosen a greek salad instead (minus the dressing and filling up on hummus and pita before it comes), still had a great time catching up, gotten back to the office and skipped the icky, stale donut and enjoyed an on plan dinner with sweetie and stayed on plan. I really got no further enjoyment out of my day by eating like crap. (Except maybe for the wine. I don't regret the wine.
) Lesson learned.