Seems like I just got started again and I'm already backsliding. Okay, not much. Tomorrow I'll tell you what the scale says this week.
Claire was sick with whatever I had this whole week. I'm a caretaker by nature, and when my sweetheart wanted ice cream, I got her ice cream. Also, I got myself ice cream.
Friday it was cookies, Saturday was trifle, Sunday was ice cream. I feel pretty gross just writing it all down. Monday morning I felt legitimately hung over.
I think I need to treat sugar the way I treat alcohol. Once in a while is fine, but if I have a lot of it every day I have a problem.
With the cookies in particular, I noticed I couldn't make myself feel satiated with whatever I ate afterward. I could not feel full. I felt stuffed. I felt bloated. But I still felt hungry.
The rest of this week I'm going to do my best to eat healthy. Sweets in moderation, lots of water, lots of protein and fiber. Then I'm going to England. I'm not going to deprive myself while I'm there, but I know what sugar does to me, so I'm going to be careful with what I eat.
When I get back, I'm going to kick off a new 21-day Challenge. No sweets for 21 days. I'll still allow myself hidden sugar and other carbs, just no sweets. They totally hijack my system and I don't need that crap in my body.
From there hopefully I can clean up the rest of my diet and get back into a consistent exercise regiment.