This was going to be my week. Once again I’ve been slipping but I’ve been at least thinking about what I need to do to get back on track. Monday was going to be a hard day for me, but I was prepared for it and I was looking forward to getting through Monday as a great start to what would be a good week, but it didn’t happen. Instead I had a bad start to what has turned into a bad week.
So what happened? At work on Monday we had a potluck “tailgating” party in celebration of that night’s Monday Night Football game between the Minnesota Vikings and Greenbay Packers, NFL teams which have a great rivalry that extends to the employees in our office. I’ve known about this party for a couple of weeks, and had signed up to bring a shrimp dip and crackers.
Occasionally last weekend I was thinking about Monday and thought briefly about the need to have a good week and the challenge of the tailgating party. Then on Monday morning as I was driving to work I put a plan in place for how I was going to participate in the party (by bringing the shrimp dip) but not eat anything, because I know myself well enough to know that an open-table buffett, potluck eating smorgasbord is not good for me.
I’ve got a 70 minute drive so I had a lot of time to walk through the various scenarios and steel myself against what I would be faced with. I was ready with a banana for a snack and I was prepared to leave the office for lunch, even though free lunch was being offered. I had even, in my mind, written a blog post where I congratulated myself on getting through the challenge. I was all ready.
So I don’t know how I went from all of that planning, to having a nibble. And then a plate. And then another plate. And then some dessserts. This was all at 10:00am in the morning. Then round two in the afternoon. Another plate of food and another plate of desserts. I literally ate myself sick.
It is so frustrating, there is some switch somewhere in my head that somehow gets tripped, even with all of the great planning that I did. There must be some other piece of planning I need to do but I don’t know what it is. I must not be 100% committed to this, and I don’t know how to get there.
Losing weight is hard and it really sucks.
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This was going to be my week. Once again I’ve been slipping but I’ve been at least thinking about what I need to do to get back on track. Monday was going to be a hard day for me, but I was prepared for it and I was looking forward to getting through Monday as a great start to what would be a good week, but it didn’t happen. Instead I had a bad start to what has turned into a bad week.
So what happened? At work on Monday we had a potluck “tailgating” party in celebration of that night’s Monday Night Football game between the Minnesota Vikings and Greenbay Packers, NFL teams which have a great rivalry that extends to the employees in our office. I’ve known about this party for a couple of weeks, and had signed up to bring a shrimp dip and crackers.
Occasionally last weekend I was thinking about Monday and thought briefly about the need to have a good week and the challenge of the tailgating party. Then on Monday morning as I was driving to work I put a plan in place for how I was going to participate in the party (by bringing the shrimp dip) but not eat anything, because I know myself well enough to know that an open-table buffett, potluck eating smorgasbord is not good for me.
I’ve got a 70 minute drive so I had a lot of time to walk through the various scenarios and steel myself against what I would be faced with. I was ready with a banana for a snack and I was prepared to leave the office for lunch, even though free lunch was being offered. I had even, in my mind, written a blog post where I congratulated myself on getting through the challenge. I was all ready.
So I don’t know how I went from all of that planning, to having a nibble. And then a plate. And then another plate. And then some dessserts. This was all at 10:00am in the morning. Then round two in the afternoon. Another plate of food and another plate of desserts. I literally ate myself sick.
It is so frustrating, there is some switch somewhere in my head that somehow gets tripped, even with all of the great planning that I did. There must be some other piece of planning I need to do but I don’t know what it is. I must not be 100% committed to this, and I don’t know how to get there.
Losing weight is hard and it really sucks.
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