Day 4. I’m going strong. I have NO cravings left for sweets / bread / bad carbs. That is THEE best feeling. I had a few M&M’s today and after I ate them, I had that crappy ‘I have something in my body that I shouldn’t and now I wanna sleep and/or puke’ feeling. I don’t miss that a bit.
I wasn’t able to get in my 2 mile walk on my lunch break today, as I didn’t have a lunch break. Abbie and Megan’s last day of Bible School was today and they put on a program, so I got to leave work at 11:15 a.m. and go to the program, leaving there at 1:00 p.m. with both girls coming back to work with me (which was awesome…I miss having them there with me) and finishing up so we could leave right at 4:30.
We took the girls to the opening night of ‘Cars’ tonight. They each got a pack of ‘Cars’ cards, which Clint refuses to open. Collector thing. The movie was awesome. The girls got kid pack snacks before the movie started which was a small popcorn, pop and a candy, each. Clint and I just got drinks (mine, diet, of course). The three of them shared the snacks and I never had one bite or even the WANT for a bite. I did so good.
We left there and went to a local pizza place for dinner. We were going over the menu and I was like ‘there’s nothing I can have here’…then I spotted the salads. Clint was like, ‘ you’ve done so good, one night isn’t gonna hurt.’ and I was *THIS* close to agreeing…but I know what that crappy guilty feeling is after you fall off and give in like that. One time and I’m doomed. So I ordered the Chicken Salad. Lettuce, chicken, cheese, tomatoes and onions, with a tiny bit of light french dressing.
So no 2 mile walk, but at 10:00 p.m. tonight, even though my eyes are sticky tired, I forced myself to work out. I updated my Daily Log with my activity. I’m so relieved that I didn’t sit on the couch and feel guilty that I skipped tonight. I got my butt up and did it.
I’m proud of myself. Even though, sitting at the table in the pizza place, I felt HUGE and uncomfortable eating in front of people, I’m still proud of myself, because even if people think I’m big, or I think that people think I’m big, I still know what I’m accomplishing. I know what I am focused on and what I’m doing for ME. THAT is what matters.