Sunday, January 20, 2013
Yesterday, I was doing everything right. I had done stretching, cardio, and strength training (and lots of it), drunk my eight glasses of water, and was close to a perfect day for food (just needed to get a bit more protein in, but I had calories left to do it). I chose to eat 3/4 c of cottage cheese as an evening snack, which would have given me the protein I wanted and still left me within my calorie range.
Then, life (in the form of DH and DS) stepped in. When I got back from my last cardio (walking the dogs in the cold and dark), DH had hot chocolate waiting for me. It was a sweet thing to do. I knew it would put me over my calories and not give me all the protein I wanted, but I drank it anyway so that I wouldn't hurt his feelings.
Later in the evening, after swearing that was the last thing I was going to consume, DH and DS started eating cashew laden snacks on either side of me while we watched TV. I could call them saboteurs, but neither of them tried to tempt me; and I could have just ignored the snacks, but I didn't. Grabbing several handfuls of those snacks, while certainly getting me the protein I wanted, shot my calorie count out of the water.
So, do I cry about it and think I'm a failure? No. Who has time for that? What's done is done. It didn't make a dent in the scale (probably because of all the exercise I had yesterday); so I have decided to just pick myself up, dust myself off, and start on a good day today. I've already had a healthful breakfast and finished one glass of water. I have another active day planned.
Can I take anything forward from this for the future? Yes, I think I have to distract myself when DS and DH are snacking in front of the TV. I could make myself a pot of tea - that's often all it takes to make me feel like I'm snacking, too. I could also trade seats with DS so that they can sit together on the couch and snack, whereas I would be further away (more effort to get to the snacks) and not physically surrounded by the sounds and smells of them snacking.