I must be out to sabotage MYSELF. The day started out great, and I went to Curves and did my time. Then I had oatmeal for breakfast. Then I packed up my four year old in the jogger stroller and went for a walk. I decided to go up the BIG hill. It's a mile from start to finish, and it's quite steep. And I DID IT!! I'm actually so proud of myself that I made it up that hill! I didn't know I could do that, and look at me, I did it! I picked up my son's friend on the way home, and the two of them played while I took a shower and got ready for the day. After feeding them lunch, I had a reasonable lunch of a medium potato and 1/2 cup of chili.
I took the kids to school, ran some errands and got a ticket (long story--don't want to get into that right here) and picked up the kids from preschool. By the time I got home, my other kids were home from school, they were all hungry, wanted things from mom at the same time, and it was the time of death for diets----3:20 in the afternoon. First I grabbed a Kashi granola bar. That's a sensible choice! As I was getting snacks for the kids, my hunger and frustration with the chaos around me told me I needed something more. As I was putting groceries away, I discovered the Fast Break bars I had put in the freezer. The force of the hungries took over and I reached out and grabbed one. Before I knew it, it was in my mouth. But I didn't stop there. I had yet another fast break bar (the small ones, by the way!) and a cookie. Then there were only two more cookies in the container, so I guess it's my duty to eat them. We wouldn't want only two cookies in the container, would we?
By the time dinner came around, I already felt full.
What is wrong with me? Why can I not have a tiny ounce of control? Am I such a weak person that I cannot control myself just for 1/2 an hour until the hungries die down?
Well, if I HAD any self control, I wouldn't be fat, would I?