Long story short
2 way off program days, followed by 2 almost on program days.
Yesterday and the day before, I started off fine . . . but went slowly to hell.
Today, again, I'm starting off fine. But I'm feeling better and stronger. I intend to get back on program today!
Wish me luck!
If Saturday was my Super High Points day, according to the Wendie Plan, then Sunday must have been my Superfreakincalafragafuckinlistic High Points day . . .
Um. Yeah.
I still feel yucky. Even more so because I ate so yucky. But I got my ass to work this morning, on time, and I'm trying very hard to make today an onprogram day -- even though the I don't feel good, I should get to eat what I want! voice is being very insistent.
And since I didn't leave the house yesterday, I didn't replenish the wrap supplies so there is, once again, a bag of popcorn on my desk, calling my name . . .
I'm trying to be strong. I figure if can hold this break to one day, like I held the last break to that one day, that alone is a vast improvement over my usual M.O. of crazy-eating for at least 3 days every time I take one of these spontaneous goddamn breaks . . .
One extremely tiny step at a time, yes?
I didn't sleep very well last night because, well, because I couldn't breathe. Fear of suffocation, you know?
I seem to have caught whatever crud had my friends Dee & Em coughing and hacking last week. Yuck. I'm not coughing yet but my throat's a little sore. Course, that could be from being forced to breathe through my mouth all night . . . don't you wish you were Scott?
Anyway. I'm sitting here feeling sorry for myself because I opted to not go do the billy goat trail today. It's program time at work and I can't take any time off. Seriously, can't. So if I did what I wanted to do -- go hit the trail -- and ended up worse tomorrow I'd be kickin' myself.
Being a grown up sucks. Have I mentioned?
And, yeah, since I'm sitting here -- bright sun pouring in through the windows no less -- feeling all sorry for myself, the Hungry Hormone Hippo decided to invite herself in.
I'm ravenous. It's only 9:49 a.m. and I've already eaten my morning yogurt AND 20 pistachios -- thinking they might tide me over better than the pure carbs I was yearning for . . . didn't even make a dent. And today's a Super Low Points day.
Think good thoughts for me, won't you?