I said… and then failed… that I was starting back on track last Monday. And yet, I watched in wonder as my hand repeatedly lifted the remaining Turtles into my mouth.
The holidays kicked my appetite like something I haven’t seen in a long long time. I’m HONGRY.
The sugar withdrawls are a BITCH, too. I have to buckle down and get serious about it, and avoid all processed crap for three days, and I’ll have it licked. Yesterday was truly day one, since I didn’t snarf a huge bowl of buttery popcorn after dinner, like I did the two nights before.
I need to remind myself that hunger is NOT an emergency.
I know it’s bad when I’m afraid to step on the scale. I want at least two weeks of being back in control before I do that.
Although, I’m back into some good habits, too. Like drinking my water again. Not working, I fell out of routine (always a bad scene for me) and wasn’t getting ANY water in. I’m back up to two litres a day, minimum.
Beware: GROSS TMI
Also, I’m eating oatmeal for breakfast, which is sure to clean me out. I knew it was bad in ma guts when on Monday, after eating oatmeal in the morning, and a huge amount of veggies during the day, I had six session with the toilet. SIX. I should have weighed myself in the morning and the next morning. I’m sure I crapped out at least ten pounds.
Veggies are both my friend AND my enemy these days. LOL