Today, I felt like eating with a vengeance. I probably did eat with a vengeance, if I think about it. Ever have that massive HUNGER inside you, that only a plate of nacho chips or french fries will satisfy? No amount of carrot sticks and hummus, or working out at the gym will take that away? God, it's so hard.
It started when I came home early this afternoon from work. I was hungry. Always a bad idea - being home alone in the afternoon with nothing but the big ol' TV and a cupboard full of food. I decided to go to the gym for 40 minutes, thinking that would curb the itch. No such luck.
I caved in a bit. I made myself a small plate of nacho chips - organic, lightly salted tortillas with low-fat cheese. In order to counteract the guilt factor, I had a red apple with it. But that was enough to further taunt the raging hunger beast inside me. Some chocolate ensued. A sugar-free ice-cream sandwich. And then, I picked up the phone and called the hub-meister. I confessed my sins....and the second I told him, the rage was gone. I just felt ashamed.
What's the name of that game again? Oh yeah - two steps forward, three steps back. That's it. How quickly I forget.
At this rate, I'm imagining myself hitting my goal weight at the age of 85 years old. That'll be me - the crazy old lady standing on some state-of-the-art digital/body-fat measuring/technological scale, waving my walking stick in the air with glee. Oh, man.