I’m annoyed. Really annoyed. 😦
I decided tonight that I need to go back to writing down every morsel that goes into the cavernous orifice that I call my mouth. I guess I’m frustrated. We all have those days, right?
I just can’t seem to get and stay on track. Just when I think I’m on a roll (not eating a roll, just “on” one), monitoring my blood sugar, eating correctly, walking, blah, blah, blah, I make a stupid decision. Like today. I went to a diner with a friend. It was 2:30 and this” brilliant, dedicated diabetic” still hadn’t eaten lunch. Bad move. REALLY bad move.
So, into the diner we ran — ravenous. I perused the menu, but I don’t know why I bothered, because as soon as the waiter came to take our order, I blurted out, “I’ll have a cheeseburger deluxe!” Great move, Kathy. What happened to the salads you were looking at? Immediately, instantly, in a flash of misjudgment, I plunged off the wagon! An hour later I was disgusted with myself. The good news is, I didn’t eat it all but, no excuses, it was a BAD move.
While wallowing in my pond of remorse, I realized that I had to start journaling/charting my food again. It’s good for me, because it keeps me “honest.” When I know I have to put into writing what I put into my mouth, I make better decisions. BITE IT, WRITE IT, as the saying goes. I REALLY don’t want to be bothered — but, I’m going to do it.
I just took out yet another journal into which I will keep track of what I’m eating. This time, I’m going to add a column and write in the times that I’m walking and for how long.
Putting on my SNEAKERS any my “Big Girl Pants” and moving forward!
Wish me luck. Please.