
Breakfast:
1/2 cup oatmeal
Lunch:
salad
w/ catalina dressing
1/2 dried cranberries
small piece of cake
Today was not a good day and I completely lost it. I am sooooo ashamed of myself, but dang I needed some comfort. I don't have anyone to go home to other than a 8 year-old and I have to take care of him. I woke-up just sad and the day just progressively got worst as it went on, and thus so did my eating, because I needed something. I can't afford to shop, I am single and drinking a bottle of wine is a bad idea, so food is my only real luxury. I didn't even get the good stuff either I settled for:
Snack:
Large French Fries
2 apple pies
I almost went for the milkshake, but decided against it.
This was all at about 5pm and the worst part is I turned around and had dinner which consisted of:
Dinner:
1 cup of seafood Paella
4 tauquitos
I managed only 2 small glasses of water today and I skipped the gym. I really should have gone,but I was just too tired I slept so bad last night even after taking a sleeping pill. I finally became desperate enough to try one a whole 2 months after my doctor prescribed them.
Why did I eat all of this food? Because I just felt so empty.
Today I felt like what is the point in working so hard. I have worked hard for most of my life and I am still stuck in the same boat it seems. Why bother to stay fit and healthy? No man even takes a second look at me anyway. Why bother to finish school? I will never get that dream job with the great pay and health benefits. Why bother to write this blog? Only couple of people read it. What is the point of my life??? I am tired and frustrated and I might as well just give up, because I am just sick of working so hard for nothing.
When I ate the food today I didn't feel empty anymore at least not for that moment. Eating gave me an easy high that I didn't have to work for and it came instantly.
It.
Felt.
So.
Good.
Then the guilt set in and...I...felt so horrible that I did something that I thought I had finally conquered. Something that I haven't done in about two years, but I needed to get back in control of myself, so I did it. I purged. Now I am afraid. Afraid that I may get out of control again.
I treated my body like a beat-up broke down car today, because that is how I feel today like a used up beat up old car that nobody loves.
Edited to add: Today is March 16th and after re-reading my menu for yesterday I realized I didn't do THAT bad food wise. Yes I made a bad choice going to the drive-thru, but I stopped from going overboard like I have done in the past. Now I have to pick myself up and start again fresh today. I am NOT going to let one day set me back on two years of progress. I AM NOT. Thanks Tndrhrt.




