Yeah, let's just say that today was not a sterling day for me in terms of will power, good choices, and staying within my calorie count.
My sticky fingers are making a mess of the keyboard as I type.
Jelly and custard-filled pastries. Evil concoctions from He!!. But so sweet. So innocent-looking. Sooo d e l i c i o u s.
I fell off the wagon so hard today that I think I broke my a$$.
But I drank my 10 glasses of water. That off-sets a 3000 calorie binge, right? No?
What is there at work this morning, but a box of day old donuts on the counter. Seems innocent enough, but we all know the lure of the "day olds". So I start the day with a day-old donut and water. I'm working, seeing patients, no time to eat a real meal. You know the excuses. And I then proceed to starve myself for the next 6 hours because we are so busy that there really *isn't* time to eat something decent.
The next thing I know, I have a no-show patient and find I have a spare moment to run to the coffee shop down the hall. I am basically trying to get a quick *anything*, and the only thing meatless are the drinks and pastries, so I grab a soymilk blended mocha, no whip, no drizzle, and head back to my room.
The room where I continue testing patients while secretly consuming my coveted chocolate-blended frozen coffee. With another donut. Ok, two.
And I could feel the bloat setting in. The hydrogenated coating in my mouth was disgusting. What would get rid of that? Another donut, of course. Duh. HellO. C'mon people, keep up. How many donuts in a dozen? Think the story ends with 4? PuhLEASe.
Finally, after the last patient, I had time to put a frozen dinner in the microwave. Since I felt guilty as all get out, I nuked a Lean Cuisine. Fish, no less. It was yummy. Fingertip-licking, scrape the plate, wish-I-had-another yummy. But hey, MrTummy was not yet *satisfied*. So down goes another dodo, this one with gooey German Chocolate coconut frosting. Oh. My. God. Yes.
While I was basking in my post-sugarglazehaze, my DH texted this:
"Are you at the gym?"
Shame-eating donuts all day was what I would imagine cheating would feel like. The guilt. The self-loathing. My head is a'hangin'. And like cheating, there is a huge price to pay. Mine is an extra hour on the treadmill for every donut I ate today (spread out over the week, of course).
It was NOT worth it.