So, first of all, I don't really keep a food log. But if I did, I would have failed today. Not in the recording, which I'm about to do, but in what I'm recording!
As with most of my stories, I have to preface this one with another one. :) I know you guys love me, so you humor me. And I let you.
This weekend, 9 of my friends and I went away for a weekend to play games, watch movies, and eat. A lot. Some people also hiked. Since I only packed lounge wear, I was not one of them. I never left the cabin and I was perfectly okay with that. Monday, when I weighed myself, I would have to say that I gained several pounds. And a little more on Tuesday.
So, today I decided I needed to get back on track with what I was eating. I packed the rest of the cookies I made for the weekend to take to work so I wouldn't eat them at home. When I got to work, I offered a cookie to one of my co-workers and then took them to the kitchen and may have eaten on my way out the door. I then headed to another building to pick up a check. It was Angie's birthday and she offered me a doughnut. Don't get me started on how little self control I have for doughnuts. So I ate one. Then I went to my client's house and to court. On the way back to the office from court, I decided to get a Dr. Pepper from McDonald's (this was not anything new, so it wasn't a deviation. I simply would rather a fountain drink than a can sometimes). But while I was waiting in the drive thru I decided that a McChicken and fries sounded better than the frozen meal I brought. And I had saved a cookie for myself. And the kitchen had a tin of caramel popcorn that I might have had a handful of every time I went to the bathroom or kitchen. And the cookies weren't gone, so I think I had two more. And then we had lasagna for dinner at church tonight...
Fail. Fail. Fail. Fail. Oh, and, fail.
Tomorrow. I'll think about it tomorrow.
1 week ago