Day 6….what to say about Day 6?
Day 6 started out well enough. Up early, good breakfast, off to work…typical morning all around. Then I got to lunch time.
I went to Subway to have lunch with a colleague. I ordered a 6 inch turkey sub on 9-grain bread. Sounds like I’m doing ok, right? After I ordered, I turned around and looked in the beverage cooler behind me intending to grab a bottle of water. For some reason though, my eyes moved quickly from the water to the chocolate milk one shelf above. I saw it, I bought it, I drank it. I know it has refined sugar in it, which I’m supposed to be staying away from, but it was good. Really good. Strike one.
My day was incredibly busy, and I had to rush to get a few tasks finished by the end of the day. I also has my first class at Ryerson, so it was a pretty packed day. I packed myself some dinner the night before, specifically so I didn’t have to go out between work and class and find some dinner that might be unhealthy. My day got so busy that it was already after 5pm before I even realized what time it was and I still wasn’t finished the task I needed to complete before I left work. I was rushing around thinking I wasn’t going to have time for dinner before I left. I went into the work kitchen where I was greeted by this:
Yeah, that’s the snack cupboard I have to look at whenever I’m in the office. Talk about temptation! And I was soooo tempted to just grab a bag of chips and a chocolate bar and be done with it. I looked at the cupboard, took a deep breath, and proceeded to open the refrigerator instead and heat up the chicken and pasta dish I brought with me for dinner. Small victory, but I’ll take it!
I managed to scarf down my dinner, finish my task and then rushed off to school (couldn’t be late for my first day!). Three hours later I was back at the train station waiting to head home. Once again, surrounded by the sights and smells of every possible food that I shouldn’t be eating. I tried to resist, but I ended up scarfing down a bagel and cream cheese. I know…tsk tsk tsk. The worst part is that I don’t even know why I ate it. I wasn’t really hungry, but I was waiting, it was there, and it happened. Strike two. Sometimes resistance is futile I suppose.
So a couple of indiscretions yesterday, but I’m not too upset with myself. Normally this would be the point where I get upset myself for not having any willpower, throw in the towel and tell myself that I’ve ruined the week so I might as well eat whatever I want and start again Monday. I’m not going to do that this time. I’ve scheduled myself a workout this morning and I’m ready to get back on track. Thursday is my weigh in day and I’m very excited to check my progress.
NO GIVING UP! I CAN DO THIS! (and so can you!!)