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Day 13
I have come to realise that Friday nights are my downfall. It's like I'm good the entire week. And I plan on being good the weekend, too. I plan my weekend before hand, and buy the right food, etc. So I am prepared. But at the back of my mind, from about lunch time Friday, emotionally I start feeling that I "deserve" something really nice. And I mean, what's the point? If I've done it for 5 days, I can do it for 6. And 7, and 8. Etc.
So yesterday, lunch time, when my ex emailed and said he was going to the store that sells food from my home country, and if he must get anything for me, I asked for him to get me some meat, and fish. No biscuits, no sweets, no crisps. And this is a huge thing for me. Because I grew up with these items. And because they're not sold in the UK, they're absolute comfort food.
I even typed it in CAPS that he should not buy me anything other than what I asked for.
Guess what he brought over? A pack of crisps, two packets of biscuits, and some sweets. I could have KILLED him. I was more angry than anything else. Because he ASKED. I mean, why bother to ask if he was going to do what he wanted to anyway? I explained to him, and he shrugged and said "Oh well, C can eat it then." (and my daughter)
I'm still mad. So I made sure the kids had a lot of it last night. To get rid of it. I'm serious about this way of eating. Healthy eating habits are beginning to become very important to me, not only for myself, but for my daughter as well.
*blushes* So I had two biscuits. And a few crisps.
I'll have to do some extra time on the exercise bike for that today.
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