So I'm going to.
But not until I decided to eat 1/3 of a sheet cake (not all at once) a quart of ice cream (again, not all at once), a large chocolate bar (in 2 'servings') and 8 cans of ginger ale.
I was? am still? depressed about the whole thing and that's how us food addicts deal with emotions; we eat.
Saturday night, as I ate my second piece of cake, I kept thinking this was nuts! I want to lose weight, but I keep eating. I don't think I'm overeating, but I must be. Not to mention my choices.
So you can follow me on My Fitness Pal as Shevyblue22.
Black and white.
I want to get to 175 still, so that's my goal. When I weighted myself Saturday night, post cake, I was 214. Fuck. Really? I lost 2.6 pounds overnight (goodbye cake!) and this morning I was 210.2.
I am tracking everything that goes in my mouth, while I'm doing it. I'm stuck in the office for 3 weeks, which should increase my stamina a bit (or totally do me in) so that I can start walking at the gym when I go back to working from home.
I'm on the better side of this and I know I just need to keep going.