Thursday, February 23, 2012
So, we are working on a major project at work. Ten-weeks, very physically and mentally demanding. One of the project leaders is very much the type for whom food=love. Sometimes it's nice. Key word being sometimes. When I got back from working in Philly for a couple of months, she baked me a loaf of banana bread with chocolate chips to welcome me home (a very large loaf, mind you). So, at the start up meeting of the project, she mentioned that her team expected her to bake something for every day of the project. Ten weeks, five day weeks=50 days of treats. Monday it was frosted brownie bars and an Othello Torte. Tuesday it was Swedish Kringle. Wednesday was banana bars with brown butter frosting. Today was leftovers, but she also bought us ice cream sandwiches so there was something fresh. The things are delicious, but when it's daily it's not so much a treat. After yesterday I had to put the kibosh on accepting more treats. Especially because other co-workers bring in treats so they are everywhere! On Monday after a brownie and a truffle, my tummy was not happy with me for ingesting that sugar. That should have been a sign. This morning I stepped on the scale to see how bad it was. Two pounds up this week. So, before I went to bed, I wrote in my journal what I planned to eat today. I had to deviate slightly due to what was served in the cafeteria and underestimating what I had for leftovers. I just entered it here, and I should be okay with dinner, though at the high end of my range. I would have been way over with any treats today, that's for sure!!!!
Since this project is so strenuous, I am hoping that with my regular running and keeping my diet in check, I can get a good start on banishing those steroid pounds. I should be able to drop at least ten by the end of the project, but am shooting for 15 so I can really take advantage of being active when the weather warms up (not that it's been so cold this winter).
I know I can do it, I just have to focus!