I'm not even sure what triggered it, but somehow, I knew it would be a problem early in the day already.
Come to think of it, maybe there is a pattern here... It seems this kind of thing often happens on my first full day of ridin' the cotton pony. I don't get PMS munchies, but my first full day of ~ well, you know ~ my lower back and legs are quite achey and restless-feeling. You know the feeling you get when you've put in a hard day's work and your muscles aren't stiff, but they ache to the point where you can't seem to get comfortable? Kinda like that. And somehow, that achiness translates to compulsive eating. Which I did.
I did okay until mid-afternoon.
Breakfast was just a small crust of toast with margarine and Nutella, one cup skim milk, and coffee. Fidget wanted an indoor picnic for lunch and chose the menu: a handful of carrot sticks, an apple (I had 1/4 of her apple plus an orange), two slices of cheese, and chips. (I had 5 Rosemary & Olive Oil Triscuits instead) A surprisingly filling lunch!
But the Mars bar I'd been craving since the day before finally wore me down and I ate it in the afternoon. I didn't scarf it like I might have done in the past, but leisurely enjoyed it over a period of about half an hour while I read. I thought, okay, this is still under control.
Supper was a hotdog with a 1/3-plate of nacho chips with melted cheese for supper. Things were definitely on a downhill slide and I was gaining momentum. So much for living my NEW normal.
Once the girls were in bed, the dam burst and the madness truly began. Random leftovers in the fridge, Triscuit crackers coated in melted cheese, another Mars bar... It was ugly, I tell ya.
But you know what's ugliest of all? (besides the toxic fumes I'm releasing today! Sorry, TMI...) The whole time ~ THE WHOLE TIME ~ I kept telling myself, "Tammi, you need to pick up your Bible. You haven't done your Bible reading yet today. Turn off the TV, pick up your Bible and spend some time with God.
...And for the love of Pete, PUT DOWN THE CHEESE!!!!"
But I rebelled. I failed to choose the hard road last night. I chose the path of indulgence and the devil got his party.
I hope he's prepared to endure a weekend of blinding holy fireworks and laser lights because...
I have confessed my sin, I have been forgiven,
and I have been purified from all unrighteousness.
(1 John 1:9)
"It's a new dawn, it's a new day... and I'm feeeeelin'