Better late than never!
2. To eat at least ~one~ salad this week
3. Cook and freeze breakfast burritos for the rest of week
4. Buy healthy snack choices to keep from grazing on "bad" foods
| Height: | 172.7cm |
| Start weight: | 303.70lb |
| Current weight: | 184.00lb |
| Goal weight: | 175.00lb |
| Lost to date: | 119.70lb |
| Remaining: | 9.00lb |
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I really don't want to spend any time with my co-workers today...and of course I have an office dinner that we're all attending tonight.
There are times when I actually feel some affection for my co-workers, but today is not one of them. To go into detail would probably be more information than anyone really needs, but let's just say that there are things called "couth" and "tact," and our office manager has neither.
You can make a mistake because you get busy. I mean, even on a slow day you don't always think about every little thing that you should do before going home. Heck, all I can think about is GOING HOME!
But, the office manager here is like a pit bull...once she gets her teeth into something, she just won't let it go. No, it has to be brought up over and over again, with snide comments made just loud enough so that they aren't directed at a person but they are definitely meant for that person to hear. And when you know it's you she's talking about, it's even worse.
"Oh, ~who~ could be that nasty? I mean, honestly! That's just...disgusting! Really, we're all adults here!" And you know what, yes...it was bad this morning but it wasn't like it was a serious oversight and it was easily corrected. But it wasn't as bad as she was making it either...it's something that wouldn't even have been an issue in most places, but of course our office is little and our bosses are cheap.
So this dinner we're going to tonight...I hope she is on the other side of the table. If she isn't, I'm going to have a hard time not spilling something on her intentionally. Ugh.
Ok, rant of the day is completed and I will do my best to forgive and forget (though a glass of sangria spilled on her fugly suit would be an improvement).
So far I have successfully avoided going to any fast food restaurant (though it was McDonald's I picked in particular to avoid). However, as we are leaving at 5am tomorrow for a drive across the state, my mother informed me we will be stopping at McDonald's for breakfast. And since my father doesn't eat in the car, we will be going inside where I can be surrounded by temptation. Even if I eat before meeting up with them, I highly doubt my ability to withstand that kind of temptation.
So I now question myself, should I be proud of what I was able to accomplish and move on, or should I allow the guilt of failure throw me under the bus. Usually I pick the guilt of failure. Amazingly enough I haven't even failed yet, but I am expecting to so might as well be ready for it. If I can be strong enough, I will choose a healthy option for breakfast. If not, then it's a Number Seven with a Large Iced Vanilla coffee coming my way. The odds are against me if you look at my history, so if I were a betting person, I'd put it on the #7. *wink*
In the end I will settle my mind to get a yogurt parfait, apple slices, and a coffee. Let's see if I can stick to it.
Temptation. Amazing how it shows up just when you least expect it. Only one day after deciding to not go to McDonald’s for iced coffee, and to not eat ice cream or candy, I am faced with some serious temptation.
I get into work today and there, laying on my desk, is a European chocolate bar. I actually fought myself on if chocolate is “candy,” but in the end decided that it is since it could be called a “candy bar.” But what a candy bar. Eight small squares of it equals 210 calories with four servings per bar. 210 x 4 = 840 calories per bar…or more than half of the daily amount allotted in a 1200 a day calorie diet.
Still, I wanted to tear open that wrapper faster than Charlie and his Wonka bar. And I came close. Real close. But, ultimately, I put it back in my desk drawer and decided I could wait a week. Remember, small steps. I am more than likely going to eat that chocolate bar, but I will do my best to not do it all at once.