I’ve turned a corner with this whole thing. Since Sunday I’ve been…pretty indifferent to the idea of treats. I mean, I had my Thursday hot chocolate, but I had a discussion with myself about it and got it after the movie I went to, when I’d actually gotten to some level of hunger, instead of shortly after lunch & before the movie when I was quite full but trying hard to convince myself that I really needed to get that hot chocolate now. I finally was like “no, really, why…
If you’ll recall, I confessed to many indulgences last week, some of which were foods I know don’t agree with my digestive system and which I expected to pay for having eaten. I paid in spades tonight, not only in the expected manner (ie, a gas attack), but, because it came upon me immediately after dinner, in way of expelling the incredibly good seafood fettucini my husband had so kindly made for me because I love it and don’t get to have it often. It was not as good coming…
Tonight marks three weeks of this sugar wars bullshit and I feel that it’s all bullshit and pointless and annoying and why should I be doing this and screw it all anyway. Despite that, I had oatmeal and tea for my evening snack instead of cookies and milk, so apparently I haven’t actually given up on myself. Tomorrow (or Tuesday, or possibly Thursday, given how much popcorn I’ve eaten recently & what it tends to do to my digestive system) is weigh-in day. Perhaps I’ll be rewarded for my persistence,…
and they were GOOD. I semi-invented a chocolate chip peanut butter cookie recipe that’s almost pretty decent. Well, I mean, it is decent. It’s not quite what I’m going for, not yet, so I’ll have to give it another go, but not for a while. I actually feel (tonight, at least, god knows tomorrow is another day) that the craving, which was as much for the baking process as the eating cookies, has been satisfied. Baking makes me feel better. I also managed to walk 14K steps today, which didn’t…
It’s amazing how a couple of weeks of eating, if not exactly decently, at least non-sugarly, has flattened my enthusiasm for eating poorly. I ate many things I shouldn’t have today, one of which I actually regretted in straight up “no, I shouldn’t have eaten that,” way and one of which I thought was going to be a lot better than it was (a ham and egg crepe, which sounds good, doesn’t it? But it wasn’t.). I also have a significantly smaller appetite than I did 2.5 weeks ago. So…