I’ve been in a grey-zone mood this week. I’ve endured family drama, work and running behind on art orders.
But none of that is why I feel sad.
It’s because I’m *seriously* back on my diet. No cheating. cold turkey.
I’ve never been addicted to drugs, but I think my fun-food withdrawl is along the same lines. I did Atkins from May-November and lost 30 lbs. My diet consisted of chef, salmon and cobb salads, splenda, steak, hamburger, buffalo wings, whipped cream and sugar free jello pudding made with cream. I was perfectly happy with that. I was a preacher of protein – no one could sway me back in the direction of those evil pasta-laden entrees. You could stick a hot Olive Garden breadstick under my nose and I wouldn’t flinch.
Then, over the holidays I fell hard. I won’t go into it, but basically the diet Gods from above had to turn their heads because my betrayal was too disturbing to witness. At one point I found a buttery Pillsbury hot crescent roll in my mouth. I had no idea how it got there. But since it was already in my mouth I decided I may as well go ahead and eat it.
So now going back to the Atkins menu of meat is utterly depressing. Whoopie! I can eat all the bacon I want!
This morning I woke up from a bad dream. I was waving my hands in front of my mouth and yelling “NOoooo! Please! No more bacon…!”
However, by lunch there was a shiny spot. I tried Subway’s new Atkins Chef Salad. It was great, a delightful surprise! They pop open a bowl with lettuce and then you tell them what to fill it up with, just like it was a sandwich. I had mine made how I used to take my subs. It ended up being huge and really tasty. I’m back on induction right now, other wise I would have tried the wraps.
Bottom line at this moment? I’m happy. I’m proud of myself. I survived day 2!
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