Did anybody hear that huge THUD last night around 6 p.m. EST? That was me, falling off the plan. The reason? HUNGER. I was just STARVING by dinner time. Part of the reason was that I hadn't been feeling really wonderful about 2:30, so I went to lay down "for a few minutes". Fell HARD asleep and didn't wake until after my boyfriend had come in from work about 5:30. (On a side note, oddly enough, my house was still standing. Seems that Hellchild had decided to be good for a change!!!) Well, I'd already been having trouble with being hungry between my meals, and missing the 4:30 mid-afternoon snack like that just tore it to pieces. I felt like a starving wolf.
I had some steaks thawed that I had meant to make for dinner Saturday night, but my boyfriend took the kids (Hellchild and that miserable little demonspawn from up the street) out to McDonald's so they didn't get cooked after all. I had planned to make them, eat my allocated 1 oz, and save the remainder of mine for my dinners later in the week. HA!! Ate the whole thing. Also a WHOLE potato, not the half one that was on my plan. And if my boyfriend and HC got any of the steamed broccoli, it wasn't much, let me tell you! I'm not anxious to step on the scales this morning and record the damage I've done. I'm pretty disappointed in myself.
On the good side, I tried to keep things in proportion, even though I was eating way more than was called for. Of course, broccoli is far and away my very favorite green veggie, eating lots and lots of it was not a "chore" for me. And I didn't succumb to the evil little imp sitting on my shoulder pointing to the butter, sour cream and cheddar cheese that would normally have been on top of my potato. You know. . . the GOOD stuff, that makes a baked potato the food of the Gods? Also, the drinking the right amount of water is no problem for me at all.
On an amusing side note, my boyfriend had done the grocery shopping Saturday evening, and doesn't know that I'm working on this plan. Consequently he brought home a pint of Ben & Jerry's for each of us. Yesterday, as an afternoon snack, Hellchild asked for the remainder of his, and offered to bring mine to me also. I thanked him and explained that I wouldn't be eating that for a while, since I'm working on getting skinny. Later in the evening, he looked at me wistfully with his big blue eyes and said, "Mom, since YOU aren't going to be eating your icecream. . . " "NO!" "Well I was just ASKING!"
Anyway, plan to make some adjustments today. I'll go back to the store and get the "salad fixings" I had on the list. My boyfriend apparently thinks one of those bags of pre-cut iceburg lettuce, all by itself, makes a decent salad. Of course, this is the man who assured me so many times how good a cook he is, only for me to discover that his idea of a gourmet meal is Hamburger Helper. *sigh* I should have known better. I'll be more specific next time. So I got none of the tomatoes, mushrooms, green onions, cukes, green peppers or sprouts I was expecting. He also brought home salmon for the fresh fish. Ah well, that was the supermarket's fault. They shouldn't have had it on sale. So he and Hellchild will get that for dinner tonight. *mutter*