Absolutely fed up with myself – as one commenter on this site reminds me, this is the worst possible time of the year to go on a diet.
Sure shows in my performance, doesn’t it?
Did not exercise today, which also pissed me off – I’m barely on speaking terms with myself, I’m so mad.
So…with my ‘never give up’ attitude in place, I plunged in to yet another day of trying to adhere to my diet, with the odds totally against me as has been proven day after day in these stupid postings.
Coffee with cream at 5am.
Hard boiled egg around 11 am.
Around 1pm I had a few bites of the cryogenically frozen pork and tomatoes. The flavors of this dish have worn on me, apparently, as I wasn’t all that thrilled to be eating it and only had 3 bites.
The next hard-boiled egg was had at 4pm.
When I went home, food was foisted on me, but I waited to eat. I was told: “You should eat it now – it doesn’t taste as good when it’s cold.”
Isn’t that on the list of Things We Say To Ourselves That Make Us Fat?
I had a glass of wine and played with my daughter.
Maybe at 9pm I had a small dish of the stuff – Chinese-style egg with wood ear fungus. Really good stuff, despite the name.
I had just gone shopping and loaded up on romaine hearts and was really in the mood for some lettuce. My favorite way of eating lettuce is as part of a cheese sandwich with lettuce and mayo – but I’m trying to cut back on the bread – even the low carb variety – and the mayo – trying to keep the soybean oil and omega 6 oils to a minimum.
So I took the American cheese and wrapped the lettuce around that and ate that like a sandwich, which filled the need quite well, actually.
I also had another of these ‘sandwiches’ with some ham.
And that was it – no 11th-hour carb-out.
I find being mad at myself to be motivating.
The scale reported 209.0. That number sucks, but it sucks less than yesterday’s number, at least.