Yesterday was awful in respect of the diet anyway. I ate way too much and even did some minor ‘picking’ of food stored in the fridge. For the past day or two I’ve written about the strain I’ve been feeling, but really thought that, overall, I was still doing ok. Full of optimism, I decided to put into practice the new eating schedule so started with the usual ‘shake’, then at 11:00 had two Cruskits with tuna… that then turned into *three* Cruskites with tuna “because I had tuna still left in the tin”. This alone should have sent alarm bells ringing in my head, but didn’t.
Part of the revised eating schedule was that all three main meals were to be reduced in size to compensate for the additional small ‘snacks’ between meals. But for then for lunch, I had what was really an unnecessarily large salad with ham and turkey for protein. This was followed by two more Cruskits with ham in mid-afternoon and a stir fry in the evening. At lunchtime, I’d cut a steak into slices and fried it to use as part of my evening meal. Unfortunately, the ready availability of the cooked meat was too tempting and every so often I’d open the fridge and pick a slice. Too easy.
At dinner time, I added the entire sliced steak, to a stir-fry lunch my daughter had left over but I really shouldn’t have because the resulting meal was really far too large. The cooked steak slices should have been divided into at least three portions and used to add protein to other meals, e.g. salads or stir-fries of my own. The ‘picking’ at the meat slices on and off through the day, was rationalised a my body telling my head “The meat was part of the later meal so is okay to snack on”. In fact, my head should have been telling my body to follow the zero-snacks rule and not eat, but the temptation added to other factors just overwhelmed me.
To add insult to injury, I followed that already expansive meal with an apple, which I justified as “dessert”. Then to further compound the disaster, allowed myself a large scoop of ‘Run and Raisin’ ice cream. This was an ‘indulgence’, which is all very well to occasionally if you are following the diet my daughter is on, but they aren’t a part of mine so should be a big no-no!
My excuses for the almost complete collapse of the diet regime are almost reasonable. There was the simple fact I’d had little sleep the previous two nights so was literally exhausted. In addition, I was not only feeling really ill having picked up some sort of virus (still affecting me), but it was the end of the seven days between Ozempic injections so the support they provide had also waned. Effectively I’d suffered a triumvirate of attacks on my willpower that just overwhelmed me.
As I said, these seem quite reasonable, justifications, but in fact, I have to accept, that they really aren’t. I just lapsed into the eating habits that resulted in my current weight issues. However, there is a slight plus point to the lapses, in that they *have* given me a heightened awareness of how easy it is for my head to give in to what my body demands, rather than my head enforcing the rules about what my body is allowed to receive. Also, whilst I know the ‘excuses’ for the lapse may be acceptable, it did demonstrate that yesterday’s escapades signal my inability to consistently follow the existing diet rules. This could seriously undermine the suggestion I made in an earlier post, that I could manage to continue the weight loss *without* the sleeve operation. This episode demonstrated yet again, that the operation is probably my best option. Yesterday was *not* my finest.
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