JB and I went to Mass, ran a few quick errands, and came home (I think I already told you that, but oh well). One of the errands we did was a pass through the McDonald's for breakfast.
This is were I hang my head in shame and confess that I ordered a steak, egg, and cheese bagel sandwich.
I love those sandwiches. I always have. As a matter of fact, there are some days when I have considered picking up a full sack of them and eating them all at one go to make myself sick. This is the same aversion therapy technique (in reverse, I think) that I used at the Krispy Kreme to get me through the store-opening obsession.
(It worked, too. Ask me how many Krispy Kreme donuts I've had since that momentous Saturday in which I ate THREE DOZEN of them and promptly threw up four dozen.)
But I digress.
When we stopped at the Martin's, I also picked up a cranberry orange muffin from the gd can't miss it let's put this right smack dab in the middle of where you have to walk muffin cart.
Again with the shame.
So I ate both, all the while hating myself for being so weak and ruining all if the hard work I've been doing and I did a solid fifteen minutes of berating myself in the mirror for being so undisciplined.
JB went out to do his thing on the balcony and I decided to unload the dishwasher and throw a load if towels in.
Pause for you to eyeroll and guess what happens next.
I. Cleaned. Like. A. Very. Angry. Amish. Woman.
For two hours!
I slumped into the damn recliner a few minutes ago and remembered that I hadn't yet logged my breakfast. So I hopped on my app thingie (I think it's called LoseIt) and entered my slug of cranberry juice, my two cups of damn good, the monster bagel sandwich AND the gd cranberry orange muffin.
Drat. Over eight hundred calories.
That's what I have been eating for an ENTIRE DAY!
So I resolved to have nothing else for the rest of the day, cursed my bad choices one more time, and then folded a load of towels.
In the middle of a washcloth, I tilted my head to the side like a labradoodle and thought "Gee. I wonder if all that housecleaning counts as exercise?"
You bet your big fat sweet bippie it does! ALMOST 600 calorie's worth!
I have never been so freakin glad to have cleaned my apartment as I was when I realized I could eat more than water for dinner tonight.
I won't go crazy, I promise. A sensible salad and a bite or two of the sausage, peppers, onions, and potatoes I made for JB...but I didn't completely ruin Operation GO!!!
Tomorrow will see me back on the smoothie/salad wagon, but it sure is nice to know that I CAN have a nice little treat every now and then as long as I go to town with some activity.
Happy Sunday, Dearies! Have something wonderful to eat and come tell me all about it!