So, my will power is beginning to wane. I am knee deep in this diet, having mild success and I am loosing steam. My birthday is next week and all I can think about is what I am going to eat! I have allowed myself one day to enjoy all the foods I have been missing- or longing for. I really wish that I was like a certain sister-in-law I have that eats to live rather than living to eat. I am a foodie. I cannot deny it. I wish that I could be hypnotized into thinking that I do not love food. But I do! AHHHH I am so frustrated I want to scream! I had a great day to day, I exercised, ate a light lunch, lots of water, and then BAM! a spur of the moment change and I am eating peperoni pizza and oatmeal cookies (seriously forbidden). I wouldn't feel so bad if I hadn't done that same thing last night! I am like an addict. I fall off the wagon every day. I am starting to feel pretty bad about myself... even though the cookies are making me feel really nice.
Well, onto the topic of food, my birthday is starting out with an awsome blossom from Texas Roadhouse and ending with a Cinnabon. Somewhere in there I am going to Macaroni Grill for Penne rustica and I am going to eat and entire loaf of bread and some brownies. I think I will probably be in a food coma, so don't bother calling me on the 30th. But pray that I come out of this "Celebration" alive. I am hoping that I will feel so terrible that I will jump back on the wagon with renewed dedication. Or else I will have to go buy another pair of fat pants since I threw mine out today. I will keep you posted. I think I love carbs.