daily reckoning the fourth
food log:
let's face it, self-denial is just not my strong suit when i am bleeding like a stuck pig. it's ironic that i feel somehow entitled to treat myself with bad food that will only make me feel and look worse in the long run. how does that make sense?
- breakfast: 6 oz. stoneyfield organic blueberry yogurt and a cup of EB tea with 1 tsp. white sugar (i need to get some raw sugar for work!) and ~1.5 oz. 1% milk
- lunch: turkey wrap with lettuce, tomato, sprouts, avacado, and light ranch dressing in a spinach tortilla with some strawberries and 3 teeny tiny little muffins (2 bran and one jalapeno corn)
- dinner: BAD DINNER--a 1/3lb cheeseburger with bacon, cheddar, grilled onions, and BBQ sauce, and a handful of terrible but fabulous crinkle fries. this is pretty awful, but could have been a lot worse, as what i REALLY wanted with the BIG burger and a chocolate milkshake. baby steps i guess. i even resisted the sweet tea in favor of just water--that's GOTTA count for something!
- snacks/other: met emily at starbucks for knitting--had a grande awake tea with a little whole milk and 3 packets of raw sugar and half an oatmeal raisin cookie. and let me tell you, people--throwing that second half away was an act of sheer will--i almost ate it. i don't know what it is about those damned cookies, but i swear i am addicted to them.
- desserts/sweets: the aforementioned cookie and 1 dark chocolate hershey's kiss
let's face it, self-denial is just not my strong suit when i am bleeding like a stuck pig. it's ironic that i feel somehow entitled to treat myself with bad food that will only make me feel and look worse in the long run. how does that make sense?
2 Comments:
" it's ironic that i feel somehow entitled to treat myself with bad food that will only make me feel and look worse in the long run. how does that make sense?"
I do *exactly* the same thing. Rewarding myself with food when I feel badly about whatever is making me bad that day. I blame the size of my bum entirely on this behavior. And I compleetely understand, it's a hard habit to break.
All rules are out when Aunt Flo visits. I eat what I want and attribute it to typical bloat. I may look worse and ultimately feel worse, but...hey, I haven't killed anyone. That could easily be the alternative!!
Kristin
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