So due to (I think) a combination of being very tired, stressed over personal issues, and just having started a second job that is very physically demanding, I binged after getting home today.
I ate a small meat, cheese, and pickle tray - you know, the ones you get at supermarkets?. I went grocery shopping after work and just couldn't ignore the tray...actually, I grabbed it the second I saw it and practically started drooling. I promised myself to only eat half of it...aren't we all familiar with that promise?
So 932 calories, 70g of fat, plus a serving or two of fruit later...here I am, annoyed at myself.
And yet...I'm not, really. Here's why.
Three months ago, a binge would have been very different for me. Here's a common example: several chocolate bars, a big bag of chips with a whole container of dill pickle dip, a box of KD, and 1/3 or more of a 2 litre of ice cream.
In the grand scheme of things, is 932 calories really so bad? Do I really have a reason to feel guilty here? I don't think I do. In fact, weirdly enough, I'm kinda proud of myself! That meat and cheese tray was the only thing in the whole supermarket that I had a craving for. I didn't even glance at the chips and candy, or the ice cream. I never do anymore. It's like they don't even exist for me.
Okay, so I made an impulsive decision that put me over my calorie limit for the day...but all things considered...it's minor. It's only one day. Things will be better tomorrow.
I like being able to say that and know it's true.