Yes, I said it. And I ate it.
Today started off fairly well with Kashi cereal with banana slices and milk. Also, orange juice.
But somehow throughout the rest of the morning (which was also devoted to Downton Abbey...oh how I love that show, the clothes, the chivalry, how upstairs and downstairs combine to make twisty turny plots. But I digress...) I ate 12 cookies.
They were small.
I attempted to stop myself but couldn't.
I tried to compensate by adjusting the rest of the days calories.
I still went over by 200.
Not a major downfall, I know, but I wonder why I did this.
Not stress or depression.
It's summer vacation.
I'm not clamped in the shackles of grief right now.
Proximity and boredom. Not boredom exactly but.... lack of routine?
Don't know?
They definitely shouldn't be in the house. I've put them in the car and will take them to my parents' house first thing. Dollface spent the night Sunday and we made them. I ran out of brown sugar so compensated with an extra half cup of white sugar making them light, crispy and delicious.
Anybody want me to STOP talking about cookies?
I will do better tomorrow.
I'm actually having that very issue right this minute. My sister bought cookies cause they were on sale. I just remember reading the word chunk and I can't tell you how many I've eaten already. And these were tiny either :/ I think its proximity and tastiness. So much tastiness.
ReplyDeleteSorry.
Good on you for putting them away! You're already doing better!
Okay the fact that there were cookies left over means you did gain control. I started to figure out that if I blow it and eat stuff I shouldn't it doesn't mean I should continue doing so for the rest of the day. Sounds like you have this figured out already. Good for you.
ReplyDeleteI like what Evelyn said. The fact that there were cookies left is a good thing. Give yourself credit for the good points of this situation.
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