Well. I fell off the wagon, and bounced 1.6lbs in the fall.
Wendy’s Baconator doubles for dinner. WITH the buns. AND the fries. Yes, both. I was “celebrating” some good news at work. And that — Wendy’s garbage — was the best I could come up with for celebratory food.
You know what I should have done, but lost my nerve? I should have picked up a nice loaf of sourdough bread and ate it browned with butter and cheddar cheese on it, and had a few pieces with just butter too. Chase that down with a lovely Cabernet Sauvignon or something sweet, like a sherry or port. But no. I ate Wendy’s crap and today I feel bad about having cheated on my diet AND I’m hungry already because my body didn’t recognize that crap as food anyway.
So. Penalty paid, and I have to decide if I’m going to punish myself or indulge my craving for that sourdough. I swore I wouldn’t do both. I swore. But I know now I cheated in THE most unsatisfying way and I want vengeance on my stupidity.
How stupid is that?