Seems like an appropriate, though ancient, saying to describe how I feel about today. This morning, I went to the
food bank for this month's pickup. Like I always do, I gave back several things that don't belong in our house - a large package of
a whole cake,
powdered (yucky!) coffee "creamer." So far, so good, right? But there was this 8-1/2 oz bag...
It was like an instant scream from my eyes to my brain - CHIPS! CHEDDAR AND SOUR CREAM CHIPS! So I didn't give them back, mistake #1. Then I put them on the passenger seat, mistake #2. And I opened them, mistake #3. I started to eat them straight from the bag, unmeasured, mistake #4. So I scarfed them all the way home, secret eating, mistake #5. All this in the space of -what? - maybe
10 minutes. It was only after I pulled into the driveway that the
demon crawled back to whatever rock he'd been lurking under, and reason could begin to return.
So I weighed what was left (2-1/2 oz), tracked 6 oz as lunch ('cause I knew I wouldn't be eating anything in half a hour when I served Paul and Sean), and tossed the rest in the trash.
That was more than 7 hours ago. I'm still not hungry. So I've let my BLC True Blue teammates down today on our weekend challenge, as well as just doing something really dumb to myself. I really don't see myself getting 7 freggies
in today, because I really don't think I'll have room. I really need to fix some
lean protein, too, to get even to the bottom of my range. I have 8 glasses of water down, and I'll definitely hit 10.
It would probably be wise to hit 12-14, because of the excessive sodium intake, but I might not have room.
I did manage 60 minutes of
cardio, and I got in my 30 minutes of
decluttering in Erik and Sean's room. I still have time to do some
ST this evening. I'm also planning to get a head start on tomorrow's freggies
by getting some roasting done.
That's the best I can do now, so that's what I will do! I'm off to grab my resistance band!