It's so humiliating to be unable to get it together. I had a great plan--the Day After Easter plan--which involved not eating jelly beans the day after Easter and instead, starting what I know works: protein, vegetables, whole grains, fruit. In other words, not ice cream, not chocolate bunnies, not buttery-floury-sugary things.
And then the week happened and I hadn't really planned ahead very well. (Excuses, excuses. Whatever.)
I do have a tentative but likely (and exciting) possibily coming up soon that will really jump-start my New Life as a Not-Fat Person. More on that when/if it happens.
In the meantime, I thought, okay, so last week was a disaster. This week I'll get it together.
Then my non-cooking husband decided to cook a Southern recipe he just learned while visiting his family in Texas. Biscuits and sausage gravy. I actually cooked a late lunch for myself, thinking I'd get out of the biscuits and sausage gravy situation, but it didn't turn out that way, so flour and sausage it was.
And then, because the day was "ruined," I ate the rest of the chocolate chip cookie dough I had in the fridge. (I know.)
Today was going to be better and then my husband announced we should take our 21-year old twin sons to dinner for their birthday dinner (which he missed while out of town earlier in the month). So off we went to Olive Garden where I (sensibly) shared a plate with my daughter. But I had two breadsticks (put on my plate by my husband but consumed without complaint by me).
The only positive news about today and yesterday was that I put on my sneakers and walked the dog around my neighborhood. I was thinking how much better I'd feel if I started to substitute walks for naps. Right? Right.
But now the coast is clear. Nothing is coming up. I am ready. I have vegetables in the fridge, fish in the freezer and a closet full of clothes that don't fit.
It's time. (Past time.)