Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Mar. 30: I Ate Ice Cream and Lived to Tell the Tale
However, I indulged over the past two days and am here to tell the tale. I ate an English Muffin that was not Ezekiel bread. I had ice cream for dessert - heck, I had dessert, period. I piled fruit on my plate and nibbled it all day long. I kept the day pretty clean, for the most part, but just added a lot of "unnecessary" food.
And I learned something. I did not magically swell up like a balloon today. I didn't frantically crave sugar, rooting under the couch cushions for some long ago dropped piece of candy. I didn't lay on the couch in a carbohydrate-induced state of lethargy, too slothful to brush my teeth. I'm avoiding the scale for a few days, because apparently this can make you retain some serious water, but I woke up and felt, FINE. I had plenty of energy today. I didn't have any undue cravings. I fell back into my previous tight eating habits with no issues at all. I took a long, brisk walk with the dog without having to fight with myself to get motivated to do it.
Life went on, my friends. Absolutely nothing bad happened from loosening the dietary reigns a little bit.
I've already decided to do this again next Sunday and Monday. I'll keep it all within reason again, but those two days fall conveniently on Easter and my birthday. CAKE. I'm going to have a slice of cake!
I'll weigh in on Friday or so and let you know if this has triggered some weight loss. Even if it didn't, I figure I'm no further behind, as long as I didn't officially gain weight from it.