Public Confession
**Sigh**
It all started Thursday. I turned 21, and I felt that I should be able to celebrate. Just because I'm not tied to these foods anymore doesn't mean they don't exist, and I shouldn't be able to enjoy them. However, the term moderation escaped me.
The day started right. I made a light but healthy and filling breakfast. But...I had to disappear from the kitchen to take care of one of the children. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess, and my husband ate both his AND my portions. There was none left, and I didn't want to think about it, so I didn't make anymore.
Then we played DDR. I didn't feel to hungry, so I decided to wait for lunch. I drank a ton of water, and was proud of myself.
We went out to shop for a bunk bed for our two oldest girls. I got hungry while we were out. We came home, and I threw myself on cookie dough (my mom made me birthday cookie bars). Then, I drank some Cherry Pepsi. Chocolate...
A nice light lunch.
Some of the completed cookie bars. Some more pepsi. I know there was more crap, but I don't remember.
Yesterday, there was more cookies, some cake, some more pop, some milk......
Today was much of the same. But I kept myself away from the pop.
Oh yeah, and there was some Steak n' Shake on one of those days. That's been haunting my stomach for days.
My punishment for all this? Halted weight loss, bloatedness, sugar headaches, intestinal distress, and near constant belching. All in all, not worth it.
Now that I have cleared my conscience and confessed my sins...
I have not failed, I have just been tripped up. Tomorrow is a new day and the start of a new week. I will start right now and make sure tomorrow is the best day it can be.
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