drebehbeh’s BodyBlog

This has been a rough week.  I had a night where i went absolutely crazy with the feta cheese.  I couldn’t help myself, and you know what!?  I don’t feel the least bit guilty.  It was delicious, and I really don’t look any different.  I am taking a different approach.  2 cheat days a week, but 1 must be a healthy cheat.  I was originally having 1 cheat, but that wasn’t really enough to keep me sane.  I’m going to be honest with you,  I was craving cheese, and lots of it.  So, what did I binge on?  A Greek salad with grilled chicken on top.  And yes, I did have some pita bread too…  Either way, and this may sound like a justification to make myself feel better, I don’t think I went that far off track, if at all.  I was literally to the point where I almost couldn’t stop myself.  I shoveled that DELICIOUS salad into my that cavity we call a mouth.  I didn’t chew, I didn’t savor, I seriously shoveled it in.  And of all the things to be craving, jeese louis, IT WAS A SALAD.  Filled with fresh tomatoes, onion slices, green pepper wedges, kalamata olives, crumbled feta, and a garlic vinaigrette of some sort.  It was delicious, and no, there was absolutely NO GUILT.  Because it’s 2 days later, and I’ve been 100% on track and feeling fantastic about what I’m doing; not feeling like I’m going to eat a whole pizza, several breadsticks with ranch dressing, a chug giant stein of beer, and be done with it all!!  Not that that doesn’t sound tantalizing…:)  But the overwhelming desire has subsided.  Now I’m just left with simply desiring it, but living fine without it.  So, did I fall off the wagon?  I guess that’s debatable.   

And another thing I have been dwelling on:  F*@k you yahoo!!  Why did that just turn my expletive blue??  Oh well, it gives it a nice emphasis.  I was scanning the useless news on my yahoo to find that whoever "they" are believe that skipping your morning jo will allow you to maintain better energy throughout the day.  I’m sorry, but that is not why I drink coffee.  The nice jolt is a bonus, sure, but the joys of that black beverage extend far past that of a shot of  buzz.  It brings me comfort, it brings a smile of my face.  Just wrapping my fingers around that cardboard cup make the tips of my digits dance.  My whole body tingles upon my first sip as it warms my mouth, my throat, and my stomach.  With a splash of milk (or cream depending on my mood) and a packet of splenda (which may or may not be slowly killing me) is my flavor is choice.  8 ounces is all I need; and I have ditched the peanut butter and ice cream, which comfort nearly the same, and I end up consuming fewer calories.  Morning, noon, night, I don’t care when I get it, but I’m gettin it in one or more of those time frames.  So, yahoo!, kick the "energy zapping" bit, and let me drink me coffee.  It is my only saving grace in this 12 weeks.

Another gripe, screw you oatmeal.  Screw you hard.  I’m throwing that cylinrical tube out the door and buying a box of Kashi cereal and some soy milk.  If I’m going to get my whole grain, high-fiber breakfast in twice a week, damnit I’m going to like it.  And damnit, I’m sticking it at about 12-4 in the afternoon.  Getting that at 6:30 in the morning leaves me feeling like shit all day, so I’m DONE.  I feel better on days when I have a high-protein breakfast and NO oatmeal at all during the day, then on the days that I have it as my first meal.  Besides, protein is really a better way to break my fast and heat up my metabolism, literally.  Sticking that meal in the afternoon seemed to help keep up my energy for my evening shift or night-time socializing.  Which after all, if I am dieting this strictly to get leaner, I need to have the energy to show it off at night.        

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