I have refused to admit for the longest time at there is any type of eating that makes me "feel better". I know, even if I'm not Sparking my food, that if I go over, I feel full and lazy, and dread the extra pounds that will undoubtably follow my wonderful tasting meal. YET... my sister called and told me her water broke a couple of weeks ago and that she was going in to labor. She told me to meet her at the hospital in about 30 minutes, but I had already left work. SO, I pulled into the first 24 hour McDonalds I saw and grabbed a two cheeseburger meal with a regular coke and slammed it down before I got to the hospital. KILLED MY DAY of counting calories, drinking water, and exercise... for what?!
Same thing happened yesterday, on the way home from the hospital with my boyfriend, after a VERY STRESSFUL 30+ hours of monitoring his epileptic seizures, I stopped and grabbed a Big Bacon Classic from Wendy's with Fries... and a "diet coke" this time. Went over my calories by about 200 for the day, but can't tell you the last time I've been to a Wendy's at ALL let alone for a Big Bacon Breakdown...
AM I ACTUALLY EATING BECAUSE I'M STRESSED OUT!?! I've never made the coorelation until my second breakdown last night... it's upsetting to think about it that way, but, maybe it's true? I've made it through so many other things without stopping and binging, I don't know what triggers this "who cares" attitude that makes me do this!
SW: 238.6
CW: 197.0
Short Term Goal: 190
Long Term Goal: 175 with a smile on my face... for now.
| current weight: 195.7 |
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