Oh My Gosh
The Y has scales in each locker room and so yesterday I stepped on one just for fun.
Granted, I was sweating like a pig; I had on tennies, jeans plus two shirts and I had devoured 2 slices of cheesecake before work, but still...
That was enough to make me decide to kick my Diet Coke (I'm crying, I really am) and chocolate habit, like, now.
I suck at exercise, so I won't be attempting that yet. I like to think that those 3 hours of frantically running around with a vacuum cleaner at the Y every day count for exercise.
Holy run on sentence. Sorry about that!
But, I have a few rules for food, which I've implemented today. And I've already been battling myself - especially with the Diet Coke. I HATE our water.
Here's the rules I've set for myself:
- Diet Coke is only for Sundays and "special" occasions. Which I define as: pizza meals, taco meals, or going out to eat. Wish me luck, I've been averaging 2-24 ounces a day.
- Chocolate & sweets are not necessary after every meal. They are not even necessary every day. I will try to convince myself of this by only allowing myself to eat them on Sundays, if we go out to eat or if something special is being served after our meals here at home (as in, I didn't buy it, cook it, bake it, suggest it etc. LOL)
- I can only eat when my stomach is growling.
- I should only need ONE normal-sized portion of the meal. If it's that good, than I can have leftovers for as many meals as I want, but not seconds.
Food is definitely my go-to man when I'm bored, frustrated, or emotional so this is a tough one for me. But I'm also sick to death of being in a size that I hate. I want my size 12 jeans back!