I made it through most of the day. I had Cream of Wheat for breakfast. I had strawberries. Steamed salmon with pico de gallo, mushrooms and cukes on the side. Carrots. A low fat granola cookie. One. That's right. One. Then Greek yogurt and Grape Nuts with flax seed.
And then came El Paraiso. Dammit.
See, I just went there to meet Nina and other X-ray people for a cocktail. I could have had plain iced tea, maybe with artificial sweetener. If necessary, I could have ordered a small salad with chicken. I could have. I didn't.
I blew my diet like a prostitute does a sailor on his first shore leave: quickly, completely and with absolutely no fanfare or foreplay. The margarita would have been bad enough but throw in an entire basket of tortilla chips, two fish tacos, a wedge of quesadilla with sour cream and guacamole, and oh hell, let's have another margarita...
Diet Failure.
I must stop this. The fact that my butt has its own zip code is never going to change unless I do.
Thoughts?
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And beating yourself up for that slip is not the way to go.
ReplyDeleteAccept it, move forward and stop beating yourself up.
One meal at a time. One day at a time.
Right?
Speaking of sailors---it was Fleet Week here this past week. A seamen-filled NY...what could be better?
ReplyDeleteStop moaning I just had 7 beers, 1 bacon cheeseburger onion rings fries for lunch. For dinner I will be having chinese food--and no, not the steamed anything kind! I think you showed remarkable restraint.
have you tried food porn? oh, maybe that'll worsen the diet thing. i like looking at food porn.
ReplyDeleteI do love your analogy!
ReplyDeleteThe one thing I liked about weight watchers was that it gave you a way to atone for diet failure. Of course, when I was fully into the thing, it was easy. Now adays? not so much!
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You have given a nice example of prostitute. That is matching with you totally.
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