I've been 'on the wagon' for all of two days. Two fricking days. And I jumped off for basically no reason.
Same as always: my mood fell below 'content', and immediately, I just wanted anything, anything at all, with lots of sugar.
Strawberries and chocolate whipped cream. I told myself while I was making it "at least it's fruit, and you only need a little bit of agave syrup". Yeah, great...except I stupidly (or maybe on purpose subconsciously?) put too much cocoa in it, and it tasted awful, so I had to add more agave syrup...then I added honey. Then I added some more honey.
And instead of just eating the strawberries I had cut up, then dumping the rest of the whipped cream (I of course made WAY too much), I sat there eating whipped cream out of the bowl with my fingers. Then I licked the stupid bowl. Then I scraped the mixing bowl with my fingers. Then I licked the beaters clean.
And now I feel like ****, just like I knew I would, and I just want more food - mac and cheese, chips, hot dogs, ice cream, anything with loads of cheese, and sour cream. And unfortunately, I actually have the first three in the house for my husband.
Two days. Seriously, that's all I apparently have in me? It's so very tempting to just say 'screw it', and eat til it hurts to breathe. But that'll just make it that much harder to start fresh tomorrow.
I just wish I could figure out how to be better than this.

