I am frustrated with myself this week. I had been seeing some great progress by sticking to my no-snacking plan and working out diligently, and then the company fundraising bakesale raised its ugly, delicious, chocolate covered head.
I volunteered to bake (read: the Nerd was voluntold to bake, and I swanned in at the finish to add decorative icing) for the United Way fundraising bakesale.
I was strong like a rock initially, but we had several items to prepare and each day was a fresh temptation. By Thursday, the actual day of the bakesale, my defences had almost entirely crumbled away like so many gingerbread crumbs. Yes, it is true - - I eat like a dog. Gingerbread Coke bottle mummies, gingerbread skeletons, rice krispie square pumpkins, monster eyeballs (aka chocolate-dipped peanut butter balls) - - nothing escaped me. And to top it off last night I had pizza for dinner with an old school friend. Sheesh!
This morning the scale just made laughing noises at me while showing a number a full 3 pounds higher than before the icing-stavaganza. Ah well. I am still well below my previous high, and even below 200 pounds, so I have not eaten away all of my hard-fought losses, precisely.
Today I got right back on the discipline bandwagon and ate sensibly. Baby steps, people. 1 bad week doesn't set me back entirely. It is, however, a proper kick in the nuts. Delicious, chocolate coated nuts though they may be.