Friday, January 31, 2014
The morning after a binge, I feel heavy, both physically and emotionally. I know I will face a disappointment when stepping on the scale, but knowing it does not prepare me for the feeling of seeing that I gained a pound. I tell myself all the things you are supposed to, that it was only a minor setback, that today will be a better day, don't let it get to you, keep going. But it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
Going into a weekend is always hard for me. Not being on my normal schedule throws me off and I end up not being so rigorous about what I eat. I threw out the vanilla cream cheese frosting that I had leftover from cupcakes I made for a baby shower. I gave away the last 2 chocolate chip cookies that were in my freezer that I was saving for 'a rainy day'. My co worker was more than happy to eat it instead of me. So I don't have any junk food to tempt me.
I hope to have a good weekend and a better week next week.