So far today, I have eaten three pieces of angel food cake, two or maybe three pieces of lemon cake with delicious from-the-can white frosting, God knows how many overly salty, but oh-so-good ripple chips, a large – okay, huge – dollop of chip dip, a couple of sloppy Joes or barbecues (whatever you want to call them), a piece of to-die-for garlic toast, a bowl of ice cream, two pieces of pizza, a bag of popcorn and my typical, everyday breakfast of yogurt, Fiber One cereal and Vitalicious vitatop muffin.
I didn’t eat all of that at one time. Thank goodness.
I had every intention of having a good food day. It started out great, but still feeling extremely sad over the loss of my mother-in-law, Lynn, I quickly spiraled downhill and couldn’t control my eating. It was nuts. Stupid, really. But at first, it felt great. At first, it almost seemed to help fill the hole I have inside me. At first, it all tasted great. At first, I didn’t care.
Now, it sucks. I regret it. I do care, but it’s too late. Now, I actually feel worse.
I am glad today is almost done. That means tomorrow is a new day and I can start all over again. I actually can’t wait for 7 a.m. – I am meeting with my trainer. Thank God. I need a good – no, wait – a GREAT workout.
By the way, I didn’t even take the time to figure out my Weight Watchers points for today. I couldn’t. I know it would have been too depressing. I know I screwed up and that’s all that matters. I know I won’t do it again…