Today is where it really went wrong, and I don't even have the pictures to prove it. Which means that I'm a dishonest douche. The whole point of these blog posts was to keep my ass on track, and make me too ashamed, or at least inconvenienced, to eat like a pig. But instead, I just ignored the whole thing really.
I think it might be because of this lazy/bad attitude that I've been developing recently where if I'm only going to eat a very small amount of something, then I don't need to take a picture of it. There's a comment on the blog from last Thursday where one Rish Outfield decried me as a witch : "I saw Goodie Anklevich eating M&M's with the devil in the parking lot last night!" I never owned up to eating any M&M's at that point, and I just ignored his comment, hoping that he would leave me alone, and my conscience wouldn't have to bother me about it.
But instead, it developed further and further into a bad habit of snacking and not photographing and reporting it. Sunday was where it came to a head.
In the morning, I had protein shake for breakfast.
Then, according to my photos, I had a snack:
And our dinner, which was ham and egg sandwiches on a pretzel bun roll.
But there's so much that I had in between there that I didn't photograph.
On Saturday, when we went to the store, and I bought a Gatorade, we also bought a bag of Cadbury Mini Eggs for my wife.
We bought a bag of Coconut M&M's Speckled Eggs, because I know how much my wife likes them.
And as I said in the last post, we bought a box of Girl Scout cookies too.
None of these things were supposed to be for me, but I partook of them all. And in small, but, eventually when added up, copious amounts. I nibbled at these things the whole day through, and by the end of it all, I probably ate 500 to 1,000 or more calories in chocolate and cookies.
This morning, when I weighed myself, it was worse than I thought it could be. I hope that by Wednesday, I'm at least back to where I started this week out on, because that's really the best I can probably hope for.
I have to recommit to this thing. I am vowing to not put anything in my mouth besides water without photographing it. No matter how small the bite might be. I think it will make a big difference if I do. I'll surely be less likely to have these backsliding weeks, and I won't have to lose the same pounds twice or more to get past them.