Well, last night was the first slip up in 12 weeks. Not even sure how I'm going to calculate the damage. I'm 'on-call' so to speak for work this week and last night I didn't knock off until 4 AM. I had started working yesterday at 8 AM. So needless to say at about 11 pm I grabbed a bag of pretzels and didn't bother to count out or point out. I just opened it and eat as many pretzels as I could while I was working.
I'm pretty disgusted by the whole thing. It was really not necessary and I know this is the biggest obstacle that I will have to learn how to overcome as time goes by. My job requires me to work last hours often, but that doesn't mean I can continue that habit during those times.
I do understand that the pretzels are hardly doing the damage as bad as a package of cookies, but still, it's not who I want to be anymore. I don't want food to be an out of control issue for me. I'm putting the carnage behind me (literally because it's in my ass that shows the fat first) and moving on. Acknowledge, accept and learn from it. It's an issue and I will have to come up with some strategies to combat it.
New day, new points!
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