Well, this week was, in a word, a total clusterfuck. Sometime around Tuesday I lost all my willpower when the third–yes, third–birthday was celebrated and cake was passed around. I limited myself to one slice, or that’s what I tried to tell myself as I gobbled down the diabetic disaster the size of Texas. It was so good and, after that, all bets were off.
Cookies were the name of the game on Wednesday; I told myself I could spread the container over the next week. 30 minutes later, they were gone. Note to self: don’t shop hungry!
Thursday was all about pizza – friends came over and wanted to order in. I said I’d just have a sandwich but once the cheese smell filled my nostrils it was the end. Note to self: cook for friends next time they come over.
Friday was an attempt at a recovery that failed miserably when I was given a sample of fudge; so good.
Today it’s back on the wagon, for real this time. I had a simple breakfast of bread and cheese (controlled portions), I’m going to have a chicken salad for lunch, and I’m going to make spaghetti for dinner (calories already counted).
It’s a miracle I didn’t gain this week – somehow my body managed a maintain (so same weight as last week) and I don’t intend to waste it.
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