The road to hell is paved with good intentions, right? Before the weekend started I intended to do really well this weekend and planned quite a lot of it out. I figure that's something I need to do - a bit more planning and a lot less "figuring it out as I go." Because yeah - I've tried that and look where it got me.
So I knew I was going out to lunch w/ Aron yesterday. Did pretty good, really - I had a chicken caesar (I know - could have done without the caesar) wrap with tortilla chips on the side. Lemon water to drink. Good deal there. Then we headed to do some shopping and to Starbucks for a treat. I got a grande light frappuccino, 150 calories. Fantastic flavor and literally a fraction of the calories of a regular frapp. Good there, right?
Then we went to a friend's house to watch a movie and there were snacks. Oh sweet jesus there were snacks. Chips, cookies, cheese & crackers, pretzels. I'm not even going to tell you how much of all that crap I ate because quite frankly it's a little embarrassing. Then I came home and had a buffalo chicken (we use soy chicken patties) and fried potatoes for dinner. And seriously, as I was cleaning up supper and standing over the frying pan that contained the potatoes and onions, wolfing down a few bites, I was so completely disgusted with myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? No self control, that's what's wrong with me. And I know that if I want to lose any of this weight that's where I've got to start. So, here I am. Starting. This is a new day, right? It's my goal to make it a good one I can feel great about when I lay down to sleep tonight. I'm sick of regrets and hating myself for my weaknesses. It's time to clean up the weak and make myself a little stronger, day by day.