There's been pumpkin bread in the kitchen all week. A nice big loaf, untouched. And I know in my house, if no one cracks into it, no one will eat it. And it taunted me, and taunted me, and taunted me! I make it to Saturday without touching it. I saw one in the freezer, and I figured that was the one, and I was safe at last. Then, I turned around. On the counter, that full loaf of pumpkin bread mocked me.
That was the last straw. I cut into that pumpkin bread, and I ate half of it! HALF of the whole loaf! It was glorious. So delicious. And then, I felt terrible. I have destroyed all my efforts this week, I'm sure of it.
At least I didn't get tummysick.
I made up for it though! Had a great protein and veggie dinner and went for a long walk. Perhaps all is not lost.
Sweetie, you didn't fail. Maybe, if you had allowed yourself a slice when it first appeared, you wouldn't have eaten half. The key (for me) has been moderation /every/ day, not a "diet" that I can fail.
ReplyDeleteAnd if you do over step, don't make yourself crazy trying to 'make it up'.
But it on the shelf and go forward. Don't allow it to overwhelm you with guilt because you were human.
Deep breath, let go, move forward... :>
But=put!
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