Monday, September 24, 2012
I got the nibbles at work today. As you do. Of course my colleagues had brought in all manner of things to nibble. As they do. The rocky road minibites, the custard creams . . . I had a bit of everything. I had a smoked salmon sandwich for lunch - my solution to the issue of a portion of oily fish each week cos I don't like salmon salmon, only the smoked kind.
And I was coming home and my personal binge demon was getting at me: 'Hah! Blown it again, aintcha? What good is this? It's no good buying size 20 trousers and then the next day eating four custard creams. You'll soon be four sizes bigger. We both knew you couldn't do this.'
And so on.
So I get home, and am in two minds whether or not to put all the junk in the tracker, but finally I do.
And you know what? I've still got 452 calories left. 452 glorious wholesome calories to spend on a nice fish pie with plenty of veg or a bowl of cullen skink (I've got some smoked haddock in the fridge) or even kedgeree. 452 luscious delicious calories.
So the lesson is: whatever you've eaten, track it anyway. Things may not be as bad as you think. I didn't give up and go the whole hog. I faced down the binge demon and tracked my food.
Binge demon? What binge demon?
Be right back. I've got a dinner to cook.