Today’s Weight: 157
Today’s change: -0
Total R4 weight lost: -10
Ok, I really struggled over the weekend. It seems after a little short of two weeks I’ve reached that part where I start feeling deprived. That factored in with eating at restaurants made for a very mentally trying weekend when it comes to food, and food choices, and how I felt about them. Also I’ve had to spend a bit of time in the kitchen over the last few days helping KO make cupcakes for work, as well as work on a birthday cake to take to work this week, so lots of baking. My exposure has been high.
KO and I ate at restauraunts Friday night and Sunday lunch. I ordered as best I could. Friday night I had grilled catfish (requested grilled dry with no fat and or oil) and plain steamed broccoli. For lunch on Sunday I ordered a chicken breast grilled dry with a side of pico de gallo. The rest of the weekend I was perfectly good – shrimp with brussel sprouts for lunch Saturday, boiled shrimp and lettuce Saturday night, My usual 1/2 apple for breakfast and then for snack every day…some cold chicken last night for dinner.
The catfish filet I ate was probably 7-8 ounces. I do think they grilled it dry but it’s kind of a fatty fish (it was GOOOOOD tho). And I ate it all. When they brought my broccoli I took three big bites before I realized they had but butter on it. They replaced for me, but, three bites. And that butter was mighty tasty, let me tell you. At lunch yesterday when the waiter brought my grilled chicken I could tell from the sheen that it had oil or butter or something on it. I took my napkin and pressed both sides hard to sop up as much as I could, then ate it. It was a small chicken breast, about 5-6 ounces, but again, I ate the whole thing.
I cheated last night. I ate three pieces of fudge. Obviously I could have stopped myself, it’s not like my hands became suddenly controlled by someone else and forced the fudge into my mouth. I think I just felt frustated (and maybe a little down), and I consciously decided to have a piece. And of course one piece turned into three.
I think the fudge was the result of this slight alteration in my mind where I’ve stopped seeing my VLCD meals as what they are (nourishment for my body) and want more when I see or contemplate what I “could” have.
I have a couple more challenging situations to deal with this week. The aforementioned cupcakes and cake. A team outing at work, which consists of BBQ at a place I’ve wanted to try for years, then wine tastings at several wineries 😦 A birthday dinner out Saturday night for a girlfriend at (of all places) Cheesecake Factory 😦 😦 Awwww well. I’ll either take my food or order well – I’ll find a way to deal with it and get through it, and this time it will not involve fudge.
And just to bolster myself a bit: It is not okay for me to feel sorry for myself because of VLCD! That’s such a stupid reason! These are choices I’m making to reach a goal, and the fact of the matter is (even if this turns out being a long round) they are SHORT TERM choices!! Deal with it!
Have a wonderful Monday! xoxo