Health Fiend at Day Cookie Monster at Night
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
I've been feeling inspired today. Lately I've been slipping up, eating in the evening and going over my daily calorie allotment. I know I've regained weight, but haven't stood on the scale in so long that I have no idea how much, I can definitely say that my clothes have started to get tighter. I joined the Biggest Loser Fall Challenge (Go Tangerines!) and each week they have a different challenge and a bonus challenge. This weeks challenge: Make a list of 5 things that are holding you back. And, as a bonus, blog or journal about one that you intend to work on this fall.
The thing that I've chosen to work on is my night time eating. Lately I've developed a Jekyll/Hyde type syndrome in regards to my eating choices. During the day I'm the faithful dieter, patient and rarely going off course. Carefully plotted out meals and only black coffee, unsweetened tea or water to drink. Then at night I come home and feel something within me shift. Control slips through my fingers and suddenly I cannot walk away from the cookies on the counter, the ice cream in the freezer or the chocolate hidden behind the cereal.
I view tomorrow, the day to post my starting weight, as a new beginning, a chance to get back on course and rededicate myself to a healthier lifestyle. Unlike Jekyll, I will not let Hyde consume me.
So the plan, because there must be a plan (or outline) to better guide myself to success. I think part of the problem is how I spread my calories out during the day, and I should set aside more calories for the evening. And, I really need to get back to writing down every thing that I eat, preferably posting everything on sparkpeople as well. I kept a food journal for the longest time and with great success, until it met an unfortunate and tragic end of falling into a bucket of water.
So here's to tomorrow and new beginnings, to the life we all want and deserve, to knowing that we are worth more than a few seconds of instant gratification found in a piece of cake or a salt rimmed margarita, and to the first day of the rest of our lives.