Hard to break old habits
Sunday, January 17, 2021
I have gotten into the habit of relying on fast food/going out on nights that I work late and Saturday is usually one of those days. I NEVER manage to get out of work on time; but luckily, traffic usually isn't bad either, so it normally only takes me a half hour or so to get home.
I planned my meals for a week in advance, and made sure to throw in super quick and easy meals on nights that I know I get home later than normal.
I made Chicken Parm Grilled Cheese sandwiches with veggies. I also had half a bag of frozen corn nuggets left in the freezer, so I threw them in the air fryer.
I used hardly any butter to "grill" them (next time I don't think I'll even have to use any) and I used some marinara sauce that I had made from scratch (way less sodium!). The chicken patties were all natural, no nitrates and actually healthier than I had thought, so that was a good thing.
I did good. I ate my ONE sandwich (honestly, if I wasn't trying to better myself, I wouldn't have thought twice about mowing down 2 of them), loaded up on the veggies and I had my single serving of 6 corn nuggets. I was proud of myself.
Even though Tony was not home for supper yet, I still made him a sandwich and an extra chicken patty for his lunch the next day. There was some veggies left and 6 more corn nuggets.
Once he came home, he didn't feel like eating, so I took his sandwich and the veggies and put them in his lunch container for the next day, and then without even thinking about it.....
I ATE THE OTHER CORN NUGGETS!
I didn't want to. I was full and satisfied and proud of myself for portioning and then eating only that. I felt dejected. Discouraged. Like I had sabotaged myself, all because it was a habit of mine. I had always overeaten, and then when I would clear the table, I would graze as I was clearing the plates.
Afterward, I trudged to the computer to input my food for supper and just KNEW I was going to go over my totals for the day. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I hadn't; that I actually had quite a bit left over. That raised my spirits back up quite a bit and I realized that I didn't have to be so hard on myself for one slip up. And it was this that helped me out about a hour later when my resistance was put to the test once again.
Tony had decided that he wasn't hungry when he came home, but then he decided he was and he had bought a Share Size Reese Cup with Pretzels. He asked me if I wanted some, and I said no. He took a bite and then asked me again if I wanted some, and I said no. When he had half of the last one left, he asked me again and again I said NO.
I knew I wouldn't get much support from him, but it's looking like I might have the beginnings of a saboteur in my midst at home.