Sunday. A day spent with family and friends.
Still, there is room to keep to the plan, right? No need to go meshugena – we’ve talked about this, the social eating.
I watched my portion sizes. I didn’t order excessively, though I did have a few extra slices of toast at breakfast. I would happily say this was a good day, actually.
Well, I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Tracking my meals with the app, my kilojoules were even MORE outrageous than yesterday.
- White bread REALLY is the devil.
- Milkshake as a treat? That’s a quarter of your daily kilojoules in one fell swoop.
- If I carry on like this, I will never get to enjoy dessert again, plus, I will balloon even more.
- I need to take this more seriously.
The problem is, I’m lying here, typing out this blog, and I am RAVENOUS!
This is a disaster. I’m constantly hungry AND constantly uncomfortable from having eaten too much.
It’s at a point like this, that giving up seems the logical thing to do. Except I won’t. Because I have learned so much and am so much more aware…at some point this is going to have a payoff, and work in my favour.
It has to.