Sunday, January 13, 2013
My wonderful boyfriend got me tickets to Cabaret for Christmas and we went to see it on Wednesday. I thought it'd be nice to go for dinner afterwards (no time before) so I made reservations and told myself I'd stave off hunger with a little treat at the theatre. I had a craving for Fruit Pastilles, which they normally serve in West End theatres, but there weren't any this time. My only option was a giant tub of sweets. I was hungry and I had a craving so what could I do? Looking back, I probably should have made a quick run to the shops but that's not what happened.
Luckily my dinner was disgusting so I didn't eat very much of it... but the damage was already done. I'd slipped back into my 'who cares' mindset and ate more (sweets) than I needed or wanted for the next 3 days. But yesterday, after eating the 15 chocolates that were left in the box after the one I ate early on in the week, I realised I wasn't hungry for the rest of the day. So I didn't eat... not even at the cinema, nor at dinner time. And now I'm back on track.
I call that a victory. Had that happened a few weeks ago, it would have been much worse and gone on for much longer. Oddly, that little stumble has only reaffirmed my belief that I can do this, this time.