My millionth stab at trying to stay away from sugar. It was going well until now. I'm hungry, but I guess I need to feel hungry - otherwise I wouldn't be eating any less, right? Plus, I'm not exactly hungry for carrot sticks. I'm hungry for a bag of marshmallows. Ice cream. Anything sweet. A clear sign that I need to stop. Now.
I've done well today. I walked a slow mile at lunchtime. Slow because I can't go back to the office sweating like a pig. L and I walked a couple more miles tonight after dinner. A fast couple of miles and I sweated like a pig. After walking we went to the store because we were out of butter. L kept telling me to get things for my lunches. The only thing that looked good was cheese. So I got cheese. String cheese, Irish cheddar cheese, Mini Bonbel cheese. I'll probably regret that later. I also got a package of sliced roast beef. It's weird about my lunches. I have to make them really plain and simple. If they're too delicious I want to eat too much of them. Just pack smaller portions, you say? I won't. If I like what I'm packing too much, I take an abundance so, you know, I won't get caught with not enough, and starve to death at work. I am a champion rationalizer when it comes to food and other bad habits.
What works better for me is to keep things plain and simple. Keep it to things I like but don't love. Some cold chicken or sliced roast beef. Blueberries and cottage cheese. Tuna and some crackers. Good and flavorful, but it's not so exciting that I don't want to stop eating it. Sadly, I'm kind of an all or nothing girl so I have to stick closer to the nothing end of the scale. When I first found out about my job shift, I went right to the comfort food. L and I cooked chicken fried steak, we fried onion strings, we made pizza. It was all so good, so fun to cook. It was irresponsible and delicious. It was abundant, and having lots of good food around always makes me feel rich. (Now that would be something to psychoanalyze...) For a few days it was easy not to care about the calories and carbs.
Fun's over, kids. Back to plain eating, low carbs, little or no sugar, little or no eating fun. Lots and lots of water. Except for tomorrow night. Girls night out with Ashley tomorrow night. I'll try very hard to be sensible, though, and not gain back the 10 pounds I'm absolutely sure I lost today. *crickets chirping* My goal is to gab more than I eat, and listen more than I gab. And to absolutely enjoy the time spent being girls together.
ps: I submitted my application today for the new position at my company. Wish me luck!