Here's the low down, and I mean really low. All I ate today was 4 pieces of lettuce, and Jacobs chocolate birthday cake. It's 6:00 in the evening. Yes you are reading that right. Cake!
Cake for breakfast.
Cake for lunch.
Cake for snack.
Yummy, chocolate, gluten free cake.
I have talked about this cake before.
It is my nemesis.
My one and only true nemesis.
I can't resist it.
I love it.
It taunts me and calls to me.
It whispers things to my mind.
"Eat me" it says, "you've been so good, and you deserve it. Plus, your b**bs are getting so small, and I can fix that."
What is whispers to me isn't truth though, (well maybe a little), but the cake twists the truth. What I deserve, what we all deserve, is not a piece of cake, but a strong happy body for all of this hard work. Truthfully, I don't mind one bit that my body is shrinking slowly, even in those areas that one might feel the need to replace some day. Having small b**s is nice for running, and all my button up shirts finally fit wonderfully.
So cake, go away!
Stop teasing me and telling me lies.
About 15 minutes ago that poor cake went swimming. With shaking hands and a watering mouth, I placed the pan in the sink and filled it up with water. I had to. I couldn't stop eating it.
It's gone now, and I can return to my kitchen to prepare a healthy dinner. I promise to eat healthy for the next week. I promise to get my exercise in. I promise not to get distracted by the 14 lovely people who will be staying at my house for the next three weeks. Please help me my wonderful friends. I need you to hold me accountable. Please check up on me and make sure I am not making chocolate cake. Call me and ask me if I got my work out in, please.
Wanna know one more thing?
Since we have been keeping track of everything we have been eating, it has allowed me to see patterns that have been happening. I fumble every weekend. My husband has been out of town every week for the past 5 weeks. I have been doing awesome during the week, but every weekend he comes home for 24 hours and I fall apart with my eating. Weird huh? Anyone know why? I don't, but it happens. He's got two more weeks to go so hopefully I can figure out why I do this.
Analyze away girls!
I need to come up with a game plan.