Me too. Except I've have one of those days for the past 30 days.
It seems like I've been away from the blog (and the diet) for about a week, tops. I just counted up the days on my fingers (former elementary teacher; old habits die hard...) and today is the THIRTIETH DAY since I wrote anything here, which means that yes, I just ate myself silly for a MONTH.
The damage, fortunately, is minimal. I guess.
I weigh exactly one pound MORE than I did when I started my previous dieting / blogging exercise on September 20th.
(Ewww, "exercise;" I HATE that word...)
My scale says I weigh 160.0 this morning.
Yeah, I'm a little disgusted with myself. Yeah, I wish I had spent the last 30 days counting every calorie and walking on the treadmill (which I did, a few times...). But since it seems that it wasn't in the cards (my deck seems to be faulty), I am starting anew and hitting it again, full-force, with every bit of determination and vengeance that I did on September 20th.
Stop. Laughing. Please.
I do have my reasons for this. But the most basic reason and excuse is that today, a gray, chilly, chore-packed Sunday, I just don't feel like it.
Today, I want to eat a Pop Tart while I sip my coffee.
Today, if I feel like driving to Big Apple Bagels an hour after I finish said Pop Tart, I want to do that.
Today, I want to eat leftovers - of which our fridge holds many.
Today, I want to drink hot cocoa every time the mood strikes me.
Today, I want to eat Crescent Rolls and Ciabatta bread with cream cheese and just plain old TOAST with peanut butter.
Today, I want to drive to the country store (good old Superior Meats!), pay $6.00 for a 12-pack of pop, and drink four cans. Or maybe five.
Today, I want to bake something tasty. Banana bread? A pie? Chex Mix? It doesn't matter what; I feel like baking. And when I'm done baking, I'll be damned if I'm not gonna eat some of whatever I baked.
Today, I want to eat a turkey sandwich with mayo on it for lunch. I've been craving one since SEPTEMBER 20th.
Today, I want to eat FULL-fat sour-cream veggie-dip on my @#$*^ carrots.
Today, I DON'T want to exercise, unless I really really really feel like it.
Today, I want to eat chocolate. In liquid form. Drizzled over apple crisp.
Today, I don't want to write down my calories, unless I really really really feel like it.
Today, I don't want to eat a single salad.
And today, I want to end the day on a fun note, which translates into watching a movie with the family and eating buttered popcorn and movie candy.
|Yep, this pretty much sums it up.|
Today, I will enjoy every minute.
And tomorrow... it's back to the @#$*^ grind.