I have to work today - 5:30am (I'm here right now) - but I couldn't sleep last night. I was hungry. I was bloated, achy and crampy. My stomach hurt. All night long. I didn't get up and eat anything. I did exceptionally well yesterday and I didn't want to screw it up. I turned on the TV so I wouldn't think about wanting to eat something. The craving for food went away.
I watched the hours tick away on the clock until my cell phone alarm went off signaling that it was time to shower.
I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and seeing as my "visiting aunt" left town yesterday, I decided to step on the scale and see where I was at.
324.0
My morning went downhill from there.
How could this be? I didn't overeat - in fact according to my Weight Watchers iPhone app, I UNDER ate yesterday. And the day before!
I left for work with plenty of time to spare and had already made up my mind: I was stopping at Starbucks.
When I got on the freeway my plan was to get a tall iced coffee with sugar free vanilla flavoring and splenda - and a protein plate. My go to breakfast. Throw out the bread, eat the rest.
As I traveled down the road I thought no... I'll get a iced Caramel Macchiato with soy milk and a protein plate. Those aren't too bad and hell, I was under the past 2 days - I can splurge!
Then I remembered the cake pops. Mmmm cake pops... Not as good as the ones my sister made for my niece's birthday, but almost... and the red velvet whoopie pies.
What I'm about to type is going to sound like excuses, but this is exactly what was going through my mind as I drove toward my Starbucks demise:
"I feel like shit. I mean, I
really feel like shit. No sleep... gotta work... I hate my life..."
"I'm not losing any weight anymore."
"Maybe if I eat some crappy food today, it'll jump start my weight loss tomorrow."
"Well now, that sounds perfectly rational.... It's not my period, it's that I need to re-jump start my weight loss!"
(this was seriously logical to me at 5:00am)
"I'll binge for breakfast and get back on track this afternoon!"
"BRILLIANT!!!"
So I pull into Starbucks and before I realize what has happened, I have a Venti Iced Caramel Macchiato with soy milk in my hand - 2 birthday cake pops & 2 mini red velvet whoopie pies in my bag.
The first cake pop is gone before I even pull out of the Starbucks parking lot. The second is eaten as I turn on my computer at work. They are as delicious as I remember - maybe even more so.
Without even a moment's hesitation I start on the first red velvet whoopie pie. It's terribly stale but I don't care. I bought it dammit, I'm going to eat it! I sit for a moment after I finish it and realize what I've done. I've just talked myself into a binge. Or did I trick myself into one?
A
sugar binge - of all things. I'm going to feel even more
horrible for the remainder of the day.
I had one more whoopie pie left. I wasn't going to waste it! So I ate it.
Do you see what I did there? I realized what I was doing and I still did it! There was no guilt, there was no "I should just throw this out". I just kept going.
Now I'm down to the bottom of my Macchiato. My stomach is violently protesting already. Maybe it actually will "re-jump start" my weight loss. If I spend the entire day in the bathroom...