Dec. 11: Off-Plan Hangover

Nah, not that kind of hangover - I don't drink.  But I feel about like that poor polar bear after my off-plan meal last night.

My off-plan meal was in the plan - Friday night, going out with the girlies and having dinner and dessert.  I feel like I ate with complete reckless abandon.  It didn't feel like that much at the time but this morning I feel vaguely queasy, I slept in a awkward position and my back hurts and it feels like I just got run over by a truck.  That'll teach me.

We had Philly Cheese Steak sandwiches - I got a small - and french fries - how I love french fries.  Later we had this delicious lemon coffee cake my oldest daughter made.  That kid can bake!  (Much to my dismay at times!)  We also enjoyed some dark chocolate truffles.  Orgasmic dark chocolate truffles.  Those have been rehomed to the freezer, since making the creamy filling rock hard defeats the delicious purpose of them.

This feels like confession.  I never used to feel guilty after an off-plan meal.  It must be the adjustment - this is the first full week I've managed to stick to my plan (well, mostly sticking to the plan.)

Onward to happy thoughts.  At least today this makes me feel motivated to make deliciously healthy decisions.  After I have some toast I am off to the grocery store to make some fabulous food choices for the week.  I just got paid a nice bonus from work so I'm excited to be able to get some great stuff without counting pennies.

I feel good that I managed, despite all of the temptations around me, to stay the course this week and eat properly 90% of the time.  I wasn't perfect, but I stayed accountable, which is apparently vital for me, and I was way better than I had been before.  I'm awaiting tomorrow's weigh-in and measuring with mixed emotions.  On the one hand, I'll be bummed if everything stayed the same.  On the other hand, I know I haven't been as strict as my be necessary and I'm smart enough to realize that will affect the outcome.  I'm far less stressed by not expecting complete perfection of myself, which is a lesson that may allow me to stick with the plan for the long haul.

Sept. 5: It Could Have Been Worse

Well, as promised, I am documenting my food intake, whether it's good, bad or ugly.  Yesterday ended up halfway between bad and ugly because I got caught out unprepared. 

My little one and I went apartment hunting yesterday.  We were running late for our first appointment, so we did not get a chance to eat lunch before we left.  We hit a drive thru and got a small snack to keep us from dying.  I selected a "McMini" grilled chicken sandwich and a bottle of water.  280 calories.  Okay, not so bad. 

We looked at 4 apartments.  We found our lucky winner, which was really exciting.  It's 3 blocks from my work and a block and a half from R's school, and in a nice family neighborhood.

At my daughter's request, we stopped to make an appointment for a haircut.  She was able to get in within a half an hour, so we got another "snack".  We shared a pretzel - my half : 185 calories.

The haircut took longer than expected.  By this time it was after 6.  We were absolutely ravenous.  I was shaking I was so hungry.  I hit the "don't really care" stage - you all know that stage, where you are so hungry that your diet means nothing.  Yeah, that stage.  Back to McDonald's, because it was the closest. 

So, my final tally for the day:

1,788 calories
186 carbs
76 fat
89 protein

You'd think with all of those calories I would have gotten a decent influx of protein.  Nope.

At least the caloric damage was not too awful.  Unfortunately, the only veggie I got all day was the wilted lettuce and tomato on my burger.

I feel good about tracking this, despite the unfortunate choices made.

Today is another day.  We have no place we have to be today - only church.  So there is no excuse for bad food today!