For the past week I have walked three miles a day, abstained from cokes, sugar, and anything else that falls into the enjoyable category. Apparently, my body was really excited that I had finally stopped abusing it (i.e. daily trips to the vending machine, no exercise, lethargic-half-reclined dinners in front of the television) b/c on Thursday the scales indicated I'd lost two pounds already.
Those magic numbers popped up on the scale and I high fived myself in the bathroom mirror thinking, "Wow, torturing myself is really paying off."
And then... the wall came down. Apparently, I can only deprive myself of candy for so long and my brain goes into shock. So last night I blindly stumbled into the kitchen, half out of my mind, in an aggressive search of sugar.
The clincher is... there was none. In my newly minted diet excitement, we threw out all candy. Even the standby chocolate chips.
There. Was. Nothing.
And then, I spied a jar of peach/walnut preserves in the door of the fridge. Before I knew what I was doing... my hand gripped a spoon and mindlessly shoveled the preserves down my gullet. No biscuit, not even a piece of bread. Just me, the spoon, and that poor jar of preserves.
Five giant spoon fulls into it, I blinked back to reality and yelled out loud, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Yeah, I'm very dramatic like that.
After work I'm going to Walgreen's and buying myself a bag of sugar free mints or something. I've got to keep something sweet in the house for after dinner. If for no other reason... peach preserves would prove to be a very expensive habit.