Dear Diary…
Well, today is day 3 of the diet. I’m down to 187 (from 196) and I feel pretty good! Tired, sore from the workouts, but good. I was having a decent morning (aside from the rain) until disaster struck! Here’s the replay…
I’m sitting at my desk, deep in thought over my statements. I’ve had my morning protein shake, and am ready for the day. It’s quiet. Like too quiet. Like before the Zombies attack quiet. Then from one end of the office I hear a lone voice, “Anyone want a biscuit? I have plenty. Bacon, ham, pork. Come on over here and get one!” Now, as you may know, I’m only to eat either my shakes or a lean cuisine. Not a biscuit. Not at all. No sir. Not me. Well, let me just tell you, my body clearly has a mind of its own. My feet were moving faster than my brain could even begin to imagine! I was on my feet zooming in on that damn serving pan of lard (read: pan of biscuits) and had a beautiful pork one in my paws before I could even register what I was doing! It was like I was sleep walking. When my brain finally caught up to my feet, it was like waking up in the kitchen and not knowing how the HELL you got there. The light bulb went off and I realized, “I can’t eat this!” Well, at this point I had already taken a bite out of the yummy, porky, deliciousness, I was committed. I was at least a good girl and didn’t eat the actual biscuit, just the 4oz pork cutlet. It was just protein, right? Yeaaaahhhhh… That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.
So now that I have seen just how guttural my response is to food, I need to be on the lookout for triggers. This one snuck up on me like a damn stealthy ass ninja… Whew! Those fuckers are fast~!
