Monday, February 08, 2010
Ok, so I am the typical american...I LOVE superbowl Sunday! Not only do I love watching the game but I love eating the food. I can honestly say that I not only planned the entire menu 2 weeks ahead of time but I planned on gaining all 4 pounds back that I lost the week leading up to Sunday. That's how much I love superbowl Sunday.
And now Monday is here and I'm struggling to get back on track. I thought that it would be so easy. I would have one big day of no dieting and give in to all the cheese dip, buffalo wings, homemade pizza, pinwheels (Lord knows what all I ate) and then I would wake up Monday morning raring to go back on my diet. I could not be more wrong. I not only craved the empty calories that I just devoured but it was to the point that it was all I could think about. All I wanted was more pizza and more spinach dip and I thought I was going to go crazy today be/c I didn't have any of those fattening foods in my house. I even ate the disgusting frozen pizza that I buy for my niece and nephew when they come over. (The one that you get at Wal-Mart for like $1.50; completely disgusting!) Then I found some ice cream that was left over from my daughter's birthday party. I realized the more empty calories I ate the hungrier I became. I normally eat only one egg and 2 slices of turkey bacon for breakfast and I'm not even hungry when lunch time comes around but when I ate the high carb foods I found myself starving just an hour or so later.
So my day of destruction was tougher than I expected to get over. So, like so many americans, I am kicking myself in the butt and wishing that I had never taken that first bite...even though it was really really good. It's still not worth it. I don't think it hurts one bit to give into temptation and have a night of splurging. But everything should be in moderation and I just threw that out the window yesterday. So now I am more focused than ever. I have yet to "weigh" in the damage that I've done. I made my lunch tomorrow and grilled some chicken breast for tomorrow night be/c I know I will be tired when I get home and won't want to cook. So I have no reason not to get back on track. I guess we can consider this my official confession and repentance!!