I wonder what it is about being on a diet that makes you crave things you haven’t eaten in while. Yesterday I thought about cake, a lot. Mind you I am not a cake eater per se, but there I was thinking about cake. Oh the brain of a compulsive food addict is something to behold.
My day yesterday was pretty good. I stayed on the plan, ate what I was supposed to etc…until last night at around 9 pm I had a spoonful of peanut butter. FUCK! It’s the weirdest thing. I don’t have any “bad” foods at home. I got rid of everything. But last night, I found myself wandering around the kitchen, opening the freezer, fridge and cabinets just looking for something to nosh on. I don’t think I was hungry I was…I don’t know…something. But I had the peanut butter. I’m annoyed at myself but I’m back at it today. I’ve had my cheerios, blueberries and milk. My lunch—salad with 3oz of tuna is ready for me. Dinner will be salmon, left over quinoa (I swear that stuff explodes) from last night, and either fresh spinach or zucchini. I’ll have to become better at prepping stuff when school starts again next week.
The third week of September, I’m going away for work. I’m really nervous about that as far as food goes. I don’t think I’ll have as much control over what I eat that week, which sucks. I wouldn’t have been on the plan long enough to make my way through the battlefield of conference food. Which if you’ve ever been to conferences like this, it usually consists of a continental breakfast (carbs and sugar on carbs), lunch (processed deli meats and cheese, chips and cookie/brownie) dinner is on my own so I can make that work no problem. No cause to get worked up over it right now. I’ll face it head on when the moment comes.
I feel good about being in this challenge and on this plan. I have high hopes and higher expectations of myself. There is no reason why I can’t do this and be successful at it.