So this week sucked. If I were really Catholic I would probably feel very badly about this past week rather than just vaguely disgusted with myself. Tuesday Patrick wanted cookies. I said I'd make him some but he made them so I wouldn't be tempted. I snitched some cookie dough. The cookies were baked and he didn't get me any, but I took a bite of his...then I ate my own cookie. After that I felt completely satisfied and was very impressed that my sugar deprivation seemed to have freed me from my cravings. I honestly had absolutely no interest in another cookie. Before bed I snitched some more cookie dough just to see if I still liked it. Nope, didn't want any.
Wednesday I snitched more dough...and more....we didn't make cookies that night which was good, but we did bring the bowl of dough over and dig in with spoons. Thursday we made twelve more . As I had been eating the dough out of the fridge all day I decided the day was shot and ate 4-5 cookies plus a bunch of dough. Friday I kept eating dough before finally deciding to just scrape the rest out of the bowl and put it in the sink so it wouldn't be there to tempt me anymore. The resulting cookie dough ball was much bigger than I anticipated, but I ate it anyway even though I felt ill afterwards. Saturday we went to an open house my gym was having, to the gainesville zoo and the park with a picnic lunch. I included rice krispie treats for everyone but myself in the lunch. I brought carrot sticks, banana's and apples for me. Patrick didn't want his snack. While everyone was playing on the toys I ate it. Later at home I ate a chocolate one to see what they tasted like. Today (Sunday) I remembered the box of 24 mini ice cream sandwiches I bought for the kids earlier in the week. I decided the entire week was a wash and ate one...I got one for Patrick and ate another. While the kids were getting ready for bed and I was feeding William I ate one more and when Patrick and I sat down to watch a show I had another. So that was...five mini ice cream sandwiches I ate today...but they are mini so two is like one regular one. So in conclusion I make a pretty crappy Catholic and plan on changing my name to gluttony in the near future. I also gained back four of the seven pounds I lost the past month or so...hopefully those disappear when I got back on my no sweets thing tomorrow.
2 comments:
Good luck, Kiera! Don't let last week get you down. I find it is a lot more helpful to forget about past "indiscretions" and to forge ahead with the present as if they never happened. You can do it!
Geez. I don't like cookie dough. That's all.
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