I hereby confess that I am guilty of eating a Chinese takeaway. I didn't really want it, but I was at a friend's house last night and it was an ease thing. I felt guilt with every mouthful, but I was also really hungry. I tried to make sure I ordered something fairly low in points, but of course all of them are really high. I had plenty of rice and left as much of the sauce as I could. There was nothing 'speedy' about it. It didn't taste great. I felt remorseful eating it and I didn't feel like I'd had a good, nutritious meal. It was literally something to fill my rumbling tummy. I hated myself and I found it really difficult to fall asleep last night, thinking about how it could have affected my progress.
It's very difficult when you have slim/ trim friends. They don't really have to think about what they are eating. I, on the other hand, need to think about every mouthful. Then again, she can eat tiny portions and be full. I need to eat a lot more to satisfy my hunger. I feel like a great big blob of lard.
I hope it doesn't show too badly on the scales tomorrow. I feel rubbish today and I am pretty sure the takeaway is the reason. It is the first time that I have been off-plan. I had 17 syns yesterday. It won't happen again.
I have home made soup for lunch today. I have fruit and 0% fat yoghurts for snacks. I feel really down.
Wednesday, 28 October 2015
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