Am I the only one that has one of these?
I swear, all day I eat clean, clean, clean. I write proudly in my little journal and mark down my fruits and vegetables. I walk triumphantly past the kitchen, not even glancing in. I mean, I am just the hot nutritional stuff...
Until nap time hits.
The girls go down and I fix myself a cup of coffee or tea. And then I think, you know what would be good with this? CHOCOLATE. So I go scavenging through the cabinets / freezer / refrigerator until I find something (ANYTHING) chocolate. It's at this time that I lose all control of portion sizes - I mean 5 or 10 Hershey kisses...2 or 3 cookies...does it really matter?! And before I know it, I put away my journal for the day because there's no point in writing any of this down!
Am I alone here?
I think I've always had these times. At one point of my life, my pig-out moment came at night when I was watching TV. Or when I worked in an office, I had to "stretch my legs" and walk past the vending machine around 3:00 every afternoon. When I was coaching, I'd stop and grab a snack and a Coke on the way out of town to get me through the drive. I'm not sure if this is mental or physical, but I can tell you this much, I think I would have a pretty clean slate if not for these little episodes.
But then I ask myself, are these episodes keeping me from reaching my goals or are they keeping me sane? Because really, I am a MUCH happier person after I've eaten the kisses... Perhaps they are keeping me human?!
All of this was irrelevant until an occurrence as of late...
I was caught.
Elizabeth be-bopped in from her nap before I had a chance to clean up the table and pointed to an Oreo wrapper (found beneath a fryer chicken in my deep freezer...I'm serious, people! I scavenge, sometimes!). "Mama? Tooties?? Me want tooties!!"
Although that was not as bad as this summer when I was really trying to lose weight so I kept all chocolate out of the house. Well, Nancy Drew here found a single box of Klondike Bars in the freezer. So I ate one every day for however many bars were in there. They would just call to me during nap time! When they were gone, like an idiot, I threw the box in the recycling.
And guess who does the recycling...oh yes, my dear husband.
In he comes one day, holding up the empty box.
"Why didn't anyone tell me we had little ice cream sandwiches??!!"
Ah well...if this is the worst of it, I guess it's not all that bad. :)