I got up and was in the right mind frame to crack my bad eating and proper get on it.
I was shattered and aching all over; to the extent I was slurring like a drunk for most of the morning.
I decided to stay with my eating plans; to try and make myself feel better inside.
I’ve adopted a slightly different stance due to my binge eating being not great at the moment – for that reason I’m sticking to three meals a day and no snacks, as I can’t control it well at the moment. I’m also making a point of drinking at least two litres of water a day and I’m trying to be mindful of when I am full and not overeating.
Breakfast was an apple chopped up with Skyr yoghurt, a banana and a coffee.
(Note the kids bowl and fork – it was Finding Dory FYI).
I enjoyed the yoghurt with the apple but it didn’t fill me up; it was a fat free one and maybe full-fat greek yoghurt would have been better. Hmmmm.
Also note that I am drinking squash. Epic fail on the water front, it makes me feel sick plain in the mornings.
Lunch was a mad dash to the shop and ended up being a Nakd bar, a cup of tea and a chicken salad that I chucked some pulled pork onto.
It was lush and filling, and made me feel good; I guess not being weighed down with bread and heavy carbs was a winner.
I got the shakes mid-afternoon; another Nakd bar seemed to do the trick.
Dinner, hmmm. My fat-girl gremlins snuck in a little. I had a pot of courgette spaghetti and leftover Cashew Chicken from yesterday. I went into panic mode – that wouldn’t fill me up. I needed cheese, what else could I throw on it?
I maintained my willpower, and didn’t add any cheese or anything extra.
And then I ended up nicking a chicken kiev and half a sausage off the mancub’s plate.
Fuck. Must try harder tomorrow.
All in all, a better day, hoping to control the overeating tomorrow a little better, I’ve already got breakfast and lunch prepped.
Tomorrow is another day!
