Don't Try This At Home

A few weeks ago, I was in the grocery store making my routine rounds.  This included purchasing a chocolate bar that I use to ward off binges by eating a few squares during the week when a craving strikes.  I am currently high on Green & Blacks Sea Salt and Peanut chocolate bar.  On this particular day, the bars were moved to the top shelf and I was wearing flat gladiator sandals instead of my heels.  I was struggling to reach the bar when I man came up next to me.  I was flabbergasted when he said  " you really need to read the labels on those things because they have a ton of calories" and walked away instead of helping me.  I instantly felt like the fat girl that people mock when they eat candy.


Desperate times call for desperate measures.  Instead of breaking down crying in the aisle of the grocery, I panicked.  My cart started to make a bee line to the baby food aisle.  My brain finally caught up with my adrenaline filled body and I realized that I had read in a magazine at the salon about how celebrities go on baby food diets to lose weight.  The self proclaimed diva celebrity inside had taken over and was putting the recommended 14 jars a day of baby food in the shopping cart.  Thankfully, I had not eaten yet that morning and could start the diet that day.

11:00 am:  3 jars of baby food.  It tasted pretty good.  I was impressed at how enjoyable the banana and oatmeal selection tasted.


1:00 pm:  3 more jars of baby food.  Still tasted good, but missed chewing and did not feel satisfied.


3:00 pm:  Really started to get hungry.  I did not think that eating a cup of 35 calorie popcorn would hurt my diet efforts and it helped satisfy the need to chew.


4:00 pm: Crabbed at my husband on the phone and was so tired that I had to take a nap.  The dog would not even come into the bed with me.  Was I radiating that much negative energy?


6:00 pm:  Cooked my husband dinner.  Ate a jar of baby food while he ate his meal.  Broke down and finished what was suppose to be his lunch for the next day.


Obviously,  that did not last too long.  I needed to come up with a plan that would be more realistic.   My solution was to enlist the help of a personal trainer and count my calories on www.livestrong.com  The first visit with the trainer was brutal!  I nearly passed out while doing squats on the Bosu ball and for the next few days I looked like my 91 year old grandmother when I went up or down the stairs.  I have been complaining about the 20 pounds that I gained last year while receiving treatment for a medical condition. Now, thanks to a rude stranger in the grocery store, I am motivated to make a difference in my life.




Success of the Day: Realizing that there are NO quick fixes
 
Pink Inspiration:  My pink New Balance workout shoes that I am starting not to be able to see when I look down at my feet