So wanna hear a good recipe for disaster? Starting your healthy eating/exercise plan on the same day that you go back to work after having 4 days off, as well as it being that lucky time of the month for me.
I did good for 2/3 of the day. Really good. In fact, I still had 35 points left going into dinner and I'm wondering how on earth am I gonna eat all those points? (Anyone else doing the new WW have this same issue... now that fruits/veggies are zero points, I feel like I have soooo many points & don't know what to do with them!) So I go to make dinner... and the kitchen is a mess. There's no clean silverware or plates because we haven't gotten them cleaned up for our big holiday fun times... and I have a total meltdown. All I can think about is how I want to eat the Reese's that I got in my stocking and I want to have my favorite pizza that wasn't open on our "last night of freedom". And I pouted like a big dumb baby. And I cried.
It was DAY ONE and I was already having a freakout? We were supposed to work out with our trainer that day, but she called sounding sick as a dog, so we didn't work out. I have high anxiety about going places & doing things that I've never done before, so I opted not to go to the gym on my own w/o the trainer there to explain how things work. So I blew it off.
And then I start to feel guilty because I'm supposed to be there for Eddie and it's DAY ONE and I'm already talking about how I want to eat crap for "just one more day" and he's trying to be supportive, like we talked about, and telling me about how good we did all day & how he'll cook dinner & wash dishes, and I was just being a brat & wasn't having any of it. I wanted my damn peanut butter cups and pizza. Like a freaking child. And so I ate them. And temporarily it made me feel better--but I've gotta find a way to feel better w/o running back to the old standby, cuz that's what got me here! So I counted my remaining 35 points for the day, as well as the 49 flex for the week as all used up, and I turned on the Biggest Loser for some focus.
Today is a new day. And yesterday wasn't a complete failure. I ate way healthier yesterday than I have for several weeks. So I binged a little at dinnertime--I'm not proud of it--but I still did better than before. Until 6:30PM, it was a great day. And so today I'll work harder to stay focused all day. I know I can do it, it's just a matter of doing it.