Yesterday, I ate potato chips. Not 10 of them like I'm supposed to on my diet. I ate probably 30 chips. Why would I break the diet for potato chips, you ask? Well, I blame it on Theo from The Cosby Show. I was watching the show on Netflix yesterday and Theo poured a bag of chips into a bowl. I thought to myself, "Mmmmm, potato chips would be delicious right now..." So, I went downstairs in search of the greasy, crispy things. Lo and behold, there they were, sitting on the shelf, calling my name. So, I brought the bag upstairs and munched on them until the craving was satisfied. They were delicious!
Despite the deliciousness, I still feel a little regret. I shouldn't have eaten them (or at least not that many of them). I don't usually like potato chips; I prefer pretzels (especially with ice cream!). In other news, I have exercised three days so far this week. On Tuesday, I did a little running. I did yoga on a dog hair-covered rug in my living room on Wednesday. And, on Thursday, I jogged six whole laps around the track behind Root Elementary. This may seem like a small achievement to you; but, to me, I may as well have conquered the world! Today, I'm too sore to workout and I wanted to sleep in a little bit. I still need to weigh myself.
I hate the scale. I hate stepping on its cold surface and watching as the dial inches past the mid-100s into the dismal range that is my weight. I hate the sad sound the springs make as they struggle to contract under my bulk. I really hate scales. I know people who weigh themselves every day because it makes them "more accountable" to what they're eating. I am not one of those people. I prefer to go months without weighing myself. The only thing motivating me to step on to that small box of torture is that I'm on a diet.
I'm not sure if I've talked about my diet yet. Why am I on a diet, you may be wondering? Well, you see, I'm overweight. Only by a little, but still overweight. I have always been very self-conscious (as you may have been able to tell by my hatred of the scale) and I am tired of not liking my body. So, I'm doing something about it (plus, I work at a bakery AND I can't afford bigger clothes). My diet is called the Change One Diet (or the Reader's Digest diet). The way it works is each week you work on a different meal or aspect of your life. The first week was breakfast, then lunch, then snacks, then dinner, now exercise. I skipped the eating out week and holiday week because there aren't any holidays now and I can't afford to eat out. I've really liked how it's set up so far. Everything is really manageable. I don't feel like I'm depriving myself. That's what I usually hate about diets--the feeling of deprivation. On the Change One diet, I can eat whatever I want, just smaller portions.
The thing I've struggled most with so far is the snacks. I'm a snacker and a boredom eater. I love snacks, whether I'm hungry or not. Especially sweets...at night. I will follow my diet perfectly all day, but right before bed I get a terrible sweet tooth. I don't know how to cure it! Despite the difficulty snacks were to me, I've lost 8 pounds so far! I'm pretty dang proud of myself!
Any tips for beating the late-night munchies? Do any of you feel the same animosity towards the scale? Are you on a diet, too? If so, is it working?
Until next time, have a great weekend!