Why? Because I haven't exactly been on it.
This morning I went swimming. I had not had any breakfast (bad but usual mistake of mine), so after not long in the water, the exercise made me start dreaming of food. Having said all of that, I only had half a lasagna and a bit of bread, and a small packet of crisps. The worst came later when I bought some more crisps, salty biscuits, and I actually have a bar of chocolate, I am just too full to eat it. I made myself a margarine and crisp sandwich, and then some pate on toast.
I actually wanted to have a pate cob. But my husband had ate all the bread. I had a tantrum because he keeps complaining that he is gaining weight so why on earth did he eat the full loaf of bread? I mean, he went on and on about his weight yesterday. When I asked what he wanted to eat for dinner today he said " a lettuce leaf" He is always so in control of his weight and food, and always telling me that I just don't have willpower and that I am weak. Now that I am quite near a healthy weight, and he has put on a few kilos the shoe was on the other foot. I screamed "Why did you eat ALL THAT BREAD, then you complain you are fat, I am not surprised!!!" I consequently went into a sulk, folded my arms, and threw myself on the sofa, my dream of a pate cob broken into a thousand crumbs. My husband looked forlorn and repeated in a small voice "There was not so much of the cob left..."
Why? Where did the day go wrong? Maybe the fact I had no real intention to get on my diet didn't help. I had not given myself a talking to or gone over my motivations. I did not have small meals ready, or healthy ones, to keep my sugar levels balanced so I would not have hunger attacks. I just wanted to give myself quick pleasure.
I will weigh myself tomorrow. Put up the official stats up, progress, goals, aims, ect.
I will end this entry with a picturediary of some of the foods I ate today, none look very healthy or slimming.
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