Something snapped last night when I got home and the snacking bug hit me. I finished off some peanut butter cups from Trader Joe's and a bag of those tasty oniony baked Snack-O's they sell (my niece helped me with those, however). And so I immediately started thinking about skipping dinner, because I'd already eaten my points (and then some) for the day. I ended up eating a couple of eggrolls later on, but didn't include the promised veg. My peanut butter and onion blow out didn't technically include anything plant-like either, because despite being "oniony", I'm pretty sure there's not even a lick of real onion in those suckers anyway.
BUT...I tracked it all anyway. And yes, I was over.
AND...I didn't weigh myself last night.
BUT...I weighed myself this morning.
HOWEVER...I have met my water quota for the past two days, so that goal I am meeting. Just not the other two.
So, I was feeling pretty down in the dumps today because of all of that, but also because of the week the States have been going through this week. First, the Boston Marathon bombings...then the poison envelopes being sent to government officials...and finally, the fertilizer plant explosion in West, Texas, which is just 10 or 15 miles south of my home. And yes, we felt the explosion here.
So all those things are making me sad. And the feeling of abject terror at once again failing at weight loss has made it all the sadder.
My sister asked me to dine at IHOP with her and my niece this evening, so I went...armed with my 31 remaining daily points...and ordered an omelette and pancakes. Definitely not the best choice. But I noticed that I did not eat until I was stuffed past the point of oblivion. I stopped. And then I came home and looked up the points for those suckers and tracked them. I was over my points again.
Well, I pick myself up, shake the dirt off my ass, and keep going. This is how I have to live. This is not just now. It's forever. Whether I stay at 334 pounds for the rest of my life or the weight comes off, this is how I have to live. I cannot eat myself to death any longer. Yes, there are going to be shitty days when I overeat. And yes, there are going to be shitty days when I want to eat an entire cake (today, btw, was one of those days - but I didn't eat the cake). But guess what? There will be MORE days when I make the best choices I can. There will be days I drink all my water and eat plenty of foods that grow out of the ground and don't obsess over my weight (that last one might be a lie...time will tell). The key is not letting small set backs become huge set backs. And I feel like for the first time in a very long time, I'm able to prevent just that from happening.