Sometimes lately, I think this blog should be called Fat Girl vs. Fit Girl. This being fit thing can certainly feel like a championship fight some days. Today is one of those days. In fact, this has just been one of those weekends.
As Fit Girl, over the last week, I’ve been assessing what I eat and trying to incorporate better choices and get rid of some of the empty calories I consume. I could live on 100-calorie snack packs, and since the beginning, I definitely consumed more of those than I should. Weight Watchers is great for portion control, and while I lost weight, I was still not making the best choices from a nutrition perspective a lot of the time. When my weight loss stalled 6 months ago, any amount of climbing back on the Weight Watchers points wagon has been to no avail, I’m suspecting because I’m not eating the right things.
Voicing my frustration to a coworker who has been down the Weight Watchers road, he said, “The definition of crazy is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different outcomes.” It’s time to stop acting crazy. I can no longer get mad at the scale for undermining my efforts when I’m doing it to myself.
So last week, I got all of the 100-calorie snacks out of the house and replaced them with more natural snacks. Almonds, fruit, bite-sized 100-calorie all-natural energy bars, not-as-sugary snacks. And that was working out pretty well. Until Friday.
Then Friday, while getting birthday cards for my daughter, I spied them. Fat Girl’s very favorite candy. Cadbury Mini Eggs. And I bought them. And I ate them (or I should say she bought them and ate them before Fit Girl could wrestle them away and throw them out the window). And not the individual serving size either. Fat Girl had her way. This is Fat Girl’s favorite time of year… when Valentine’s Candy and Easter Candy converge!
Fit Girl got some points back yesterday when she ran 4 miles in the morning to work off the Cadbury Mini Eggs. But then Fat Girl wanted pizza last night, and it is Valentine’s Day weekend after all.
Today is Darling Daughter’s 24th birthday. She wanted German Chocolate Cake with Cream Cheese Icing for her birthday, along with breaded chicken cutlets and homemade macaroni and cheese. Can you say comfort food? Now, normally, if I was making these things just for me, I’d make adjustments to the recipes to make them healthier. But I was instructed to make everything the old way today. This is fine.
Darling son wanted cupcakes, and it’s Valentine’s day. So since I was baking anyway, now there is cake and 24 cupcakes in my house. Fat Girl has already consumed the equivalent of 4 cupcakes while cooking them, I’m sure. We haven’t even gotten to dinner yet, and I’m stuffed.
Here’s the deal. I’m going to let Fat Girl have this one today. It’s pretty much lost anyway. And I’m already full. So I don’t think I can eat too much more. At the end of the day though, I’m going to take full stock of how this eating frenzy is making me feel. It’s really not that good.
Tomorrow, the leftovers go. DD’s boyfriend can take cupcakes and cake home, DD can take them to work. DS can take them up in his room. I don’t care. If they are in the kitchen tomorrow morning, Fit Girl is throwing them away. Cake too.The other leftovers I should be able to handle. My nemesis is the sweet stuff.
Next week, Fit Girl is taking back control. I’m going to figure out what causes these sudden losses of food control and get them in check. And the bad stuff is just not coming in the house anymore.
And if I can’t get the emotions behind the eating in check, well then we’ll just have to wire the jaw shut, won’t we.
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Bad days happen. Let them. They make the good days better!
I hear you. I baked cupcakes a few days ago for LoveDay and I swear. I was on a suuuggaaarrr high. Just munching out. It was glorious, I’m not going to lie, but I breathed a sweet sigh of relief when the boyfriend FINALLY took them to work.