donkeysaurusrex
Full Member
I'm really not doing very well this week! I was starving when I woke up and nothing but stodge was going to satisfy it. I made a veg omelette and then grilled some sausages and added baked beans and it was lovely - only I don't even want to think about the number of syns in the sausages, even with as much of the fat out of them as the george foreman could muster! Then tonight I had a bit of a mental battle with myself over takeaway.
I was sooo close to ordering, soooooo close. I wasn't even really hungry or particularly in the mood for takeaway, it was just my binge/restrict voice getting on its pedestal I suppose. Reason won in the end thankfully though and there is veg roasting in the oven atm. Can't help but think it wouldn't have been so close if there was pepsi max in the cupboard because I could have just reached for that to quell the voice, but I haven't bought any more.
I thought about what would happen if I'd ordered. I knew I wanted sweet food, which isn't what it would have provided, so I would almost certainly have later ordered from the waffle place (huuuuge pizza size waffles with combinations of toppings that are amazing but incredibly bad for you!) afterwards. The sheer number of calories from those alone would probably be 2 days of normal eating. Then I'd feel bad, emotionally and physically. I'd feel unwell tomorrow and have problems finding the skirt I need to buy because I'd be bloated and feel self conscious and low. Then I'd get to Tuesday and, assuming I hadn't thrown it all away to 'make the most' of a bad week and not attended at all, I'd have absolutely 100% gained again. That's not the direction I want to go, especially not after a month off. And if I had bottled out of going to WI a cycle of last suppers would probably have started and I'd end up putting loads on and never getting back to sw.
That would be an utterly stupid decision to make.
So now there is veg in the oven and I'm going to down some water and watch tv or something, hoping this ridiculous self destructive streak which is having a tantrum inside me right now will zip it soon and sod off back to where it came from!
I was sooo close to ordering, soooooo close. I wasn't even really hungry or particularly in the mood for takeaway, it was just my binge/restrict voice getting on its pedestal I suppose. Reason won in the end thankfully though and there is veg roasting in the oven atm. Can't help but think it wouldn't have been so close if there was pepsi max in the cupboard because I could have just reached for that to quell the voice, but I haven't bought any more.
I thought about what would happen if I'd ordered. I knew I wanted sweet food, which isn't what it would have provided, so I would almost certainly have later ordered from the waffle place (huuuuge pizza size waffles with combinations of toppings that are amazing but incredibly bad for you!) afterwards. The sheer number of calories from those alone would probably be 2 days of normal eating. Then I'd feel bad, emotionally and physically. I'd feel unwell tomorrow and have problems finding the skirt I need to buy because I'd be bloated and feel self conscious and low. Then I'd get to Tuesday and, assuming I hadn't thrown it all away to 'make the most' of a bad week and not attended at all, I'd have absolutely 100% gained again. That's not the direction I want to go, especially not after a month off. And if I had bottled out of going to WI a cycle of last suppers would probably have started and I'd end up putting loads on and never getting back to sw.
That would be an utterly stupid decision to make.
So now there is veg in the oven and I'm going to down some water and watch tv or something, hoping this ridiculous self destructive streak which is having a tantrum inside me right now will zip it soon and sod off back to where it came from!