I've been doing so well at calorie counting over the last 4 months. I'm down 10 pounds. I started at 180.2 pounds, an all time high. Yesterday I weighed in at 168.3. Its a bit of a slow weight loss but my routine is sustainable for me. A couple more hundred calories a day in exchange for sanity has always been a good way for me to diet. I feel satisfied and have enough in my calorie budget to have a little treat on occasion.
Until today. (Dun dun duuuunnnnn...)
I came home from work today, absolutely famished. I told myself I could wait until dinner to eat, but I didnt.. About an hour before dinner time I broke, and ate like 3/4ths of a bag of potato chips.
800 calories later, I felt absolutely disgusted with myself. I wanted to give up on 4 months of progress and hard work. I thought about how I'd have to skip dinner tonight and be hungrier in the morning. I was really down on myself, until it was like a switch flipped, and I wasn't sad anymore.
I tracked those chips. I honestly can't say how many chips I ate. I just sort of had to ball park it. But even an attempt at tracking, even if it wasn't 100% accurate, meant that I took accountability for my mistake. No one shoved the chips into my mouth, except for me.
I took a few minutes to get ahold of myself, and went to the kitchen again to prepare dinner. I ate dinner as I normally would. Now, I am something like 500 calories in the hole today, but I told myself I wasn't going to let it bother me. I took it as a lesson that I get snacky when I get bored. So instead of sitting around doing nothing after dinner, I went for a jog.
One binge is not going to ruin our progress. We did not gain weight because of what we ate on Thanksgiving. We gained because we ate like it was Thanksgiving every day.
I messed up. I am taking responsibility for it, but I am not going to let it ruin my progress. Tomorrow is a new day, with no chips. (Especially because I ate them all)
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