But so far, I’ve won… kinda.
I snarled around the house this morning till I remembered my emergency stash of dark chocolate burnt almond bar in the car (it’s there so I don’t snarf it in the house, but have to actually think about going out to get it, thus giving myself to second think it). Today, I ate it.
Then I’m in the grocery store and I cruise the bakery. Well, the good news is that I was in SuperStore which has a shitty bakery. Unlike Safeway, which has all sorts of delectable things in their bulk bins, like cookies, and muffins and cheesy things, this one had buns. Just buns. And I didn’t want a whole PACK of cookies, I mean c’mon, a binge needs to be contained, thank you.
Then, I cruise through the deli. Oooo, I can buy a slice of cheese pizza to go. YUM. Okay, I’ll pay for my groceries and come back for it. What did I do? I paid for my groceries, turned towards the deli, then pivoted on my heel and walked out the door. Dinner is in 50 minutes for crissakes. I don’t need goddamn pizza.
So then, driving home, I remember there is a cupcake place now on 207th. Yay! I actually changed lanes to turn down it, when I remembered again that dinner is in 45 minutes. NO! I’m NOT doing this!! I don’t NEED a freakin cupcake!!! I’m already at 1400 calories for the day and I don’t NEED any more. Every day this week I’ve been up around 24-1600 calories and am not going to see a loss. Don’t be retarded!!
So here I sit, having eaten dinner, hunger satisfied, but craving something/anything anyways. I’m mentally going through my cupboards. I could have popcorn. I still might. But I’m celebrating passing up the pizza and cupcake.
PMS is a bitch.