Crash and Burn
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Well, I crashed and burned last night... bad. I got into the pizza rolls my son left behind. Told myself that I could have some... I had calories left and I could go off plan... I'd been good all week so I could splurge. Yeah, that was mistake #1.
Mistake #2 was misreading the serving size. For some reason I saw 15 and thought hey, that's not so bad... a couple hundred calories for 15 of them. Then I got greedy. There were 36 pizza rolls left. Hmmm, 2.33 servings. I can eat them all and still manage to be at the upper end of my calorie range!
While they were cooling off I went to enter my dinner into my tracker. That's when I realized that the actual serving size wasn't 15, it was 6. The bag contained 15 SERVINGS. ARRRGH!
Did I need to eat them all? Nope. Heck I didn't need to eat any of them. Did I eat them all? Yep.
The worst part was that when I ate the first one it didn't really taste all that great. Not like I remembered. WHY DIDN'T I JUST STOP EATING THEM AND TOSS THEM OUT RIGHT THEN???
Nooooo, not me! I think "I'll eat 3, then I'll have had 1/2 a serving.. a lil treat and then I'll just go make a huge salad." Why did I think it was a treat if I didn't really even care for the taste??
Evidently food like that numbs your tastebuds or something because it seemed to get better. It must have because I ate all fricking 36 of them lil buggers!
So, then later I'm disgusted with myself and wondering how and why that just happened. TOM arrived yesterday and I'd like to blame it on that but, in total honesty, I just didn't have the REAL cravings like I normally do.
Then I did the infamous "Well, since I already screwed up I may as well go for broke!" I proceeded to eat a bag of choc-covered mini rice cakes I bought to help with my choc craving. Only 36 calories for 2 cakes. Not bad. However, when you eat all 10 portions in the bag it adds up to Mistake #3.
I was miserable.. mentally and physically. I went to bed last night with my tummy hurting with all that food in it and I woke up several times feeling yucky all over. Like my body was trying to revolt against me for putting that crap into it.
I did have my AHA moment around 3 am tho. I realized that my body was trying to tell me something in the beginning but I just refused to listen to it. It was trying to tell me it didn't want the damn pizza rolls when it didn't taste all that great. I just didn't listen. I wanted to believe I was having a treat and damn it I was gonna have a treat!
It was my old attitude and outlook overriding my body as it tried to stick to the new eating plan that was better for it.
I ended up eating more than 2500 calories yesterday. Not quite the treat I was going for.