The weekend went well. I managed to avoid all the pitfalls and temptations that a weekend normally holds. I was hanging out with my family on Sunday and they went out to eat at fast food (Sunday is usually kids choice). This struck fear for a moment in my heart. First because I don't eat at fast food on my own and secondly because "holy cow, what am I going to eat!" Not to be deterred, I calmly smiled at my family and said "sure". I decided that I COULD and WOULD do it. I went and with kids clamoring for my attention I studied the menu board. I chose a grilled chicken wrap and a small french fry. I noticed my father (my parents were also there with my brothers family) didn't get french fries....so I dropped half of my fries beside his sandwich and thus ate 1/2 of a small fry and a grilled chicken wrap. I HAD left a huge chunk of calories for lunch because of the unknown factor so when I finally had a chance to get my phone back (my niece and nephews usually commandeer it to play games) I put in my food intake and low and behold...I did GREAT! I even had enough calories to have 1/2 cup of ice cream after dinner that evening! You can 'have your cake and eat it too'...it just takes planning and some minor adjustments. I didn't order the CRISPY chicken wrap, I didn't order crazy. I split down my fries. I made minor adjustments and enjoyed the time with my family.
On Saturday night I made a casserole and we sat down to eat. I knew what I was doing. I had it all planned out. My food was on my plate. My food was all within my budget and I was OK caloric wise. I ate what was planned and when I was done I felt a bit stuffed. Not sick, but seriously full. It was not a new feeling. I had felt like that through most of the Christmas week. I have felt like that a gazillion times. It is a familiar feeling. But seriously, after one week of eating in healthy amounts and healthier foods I was shocked at how icky I felt. Seriously icky! I do not like that feeling!!!!
So why did I keep eating. I had a vague notion inside me while I was eating. A vague notion that said "maybe you should stop eating". So why did I ignore that? I ignored it because the food tasted SOOO good and I wanted to keep eating because it tasted good and filled me with that warm feeling of happiness. Ohhh hell, that means my addiction beat me momentarily!
I still coun my weekend as a success. I stayed within my calories. I did great. I was watching The Biggest Loser last night and I sooo wanted to go to the kitchen to get something to eat. I had already eaten my snack of ice cream, and had no spare calories in my budget, at least calories that I wanted to eat. I did not want to eat any of my earned exercise calories so I kept my butt firmly glued to the couch and ignored the craving and continued to sip on my water. I navigated fast food. I navigated a whole weekend and stayed within my caloric count. VICTORY!