Yesterday I chose to break my self- imposed rules. Just for the one day. Why?
I have read that this kick starts the metabolism. It also gives a mental break and
possibly helps with the discipline of the rest of the week. So how did it go?
Not well. I started with grapes (notice a theme here?) and enjoyed a falafel and
chickpea bagette whilst shopping for bedroom accessories with the eldest daughter.
I love bread so later, back at home had more, 2 toasted baps and a tuna roll made
with soft lovely fresh french bread. Quickly slipped into the old pattern of, "well
as today is ruined I had better make the most of it and eat everything I won't be
allowed tomorrow. Foolish eh?
Must I continue with the embarrassing revelations? Yes.
My gluttony included 2 small dark chocolate bars, 2 mini raspberry magnums and
the rest of the grapes. The remains of some chocolate yoghurt the girls had left.
I made myself eat up until midnight. I felt foul and very tired and drained. Bread
does seem to have this effect on me.
Well this morning I awoke early because my hobby interest meant going off to
compete in sunny Wales. The usual thoughts of diet and guilt were there bothering me
and I could easily have given up again. But I haven't. And my uniform was definitely
looser and better fitting than last Sunday. My jacket could do up without looking
ridiculous and my trousers were very comfortable.
I feel confident and those diet thoughts have vanished again. On with the 1, 2, 3.
This way of eating does seem to be working for me. Will I binge next Saturday?
I'm not sure. I felt horrible physically and fed up emotionally. I'll leave it open for now.