Hey all. So I did my load, and I remembered the ice cream (although I never got my buffalo wings) and began on Saturday. Preload weight was 219 (WOW). Guess what happened Sunday?
I cheated.
My mom had a friend over who is from Lousiana. She makes a fabulous gumbo and an even better rice dressing (think stuffing, like in turkey, but with rice. It is AMAZING). She brought over some spaghetti, one of my favorite foods. There were meatballs in it AND hot links. Somehow, I ended up being the one putting everything away . . . and the rest is history.
As soon as I took the first bite I thought: "This is not as good as I thought it would be." Then downed bites 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 . . . it tasted like some straight up Chef Boy-ar-dee. This was what I blew my protocol for ON THE SECOND DAY NO LESS. I was furious. I ran to the store to find some cookies to at least make the cheat worth it. While I sat hiding on my mom's back porch eating the cookies, I thought about what I wanted the spaghetti to taste like. I couldn't imagine.
In that moment, after I cheated on myself and my commitment I had made to changing myself and the way I viewed food, and even just my commitment to the idea of finishing what I promised myself, I couldn't imagine ONE THING that would have been so good it was worth letting myself down. I need to remember this next time I want to cheat. Nothing tastes good enough to break your trust with yourself, your COMMITMENT to yourself.
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