OMG, I am SO familiar with self sabotage. It goes hand in hand with missing willpower. I suffer from both. I was invited to a friends house for Sunday lunch yesterday. The husband is a fantastic cook. I told the wife that I was trying to lose weight, so in advance of my visit politely told them I wouldn't have the fresh cream gateau or the home made apple pie topped with ice cream. Then for the whole drive to their bungalow, that was all I could think of.
I got there and out came the Yorkshire pudding, the roast potatoes, roast parsnips and roast onions, brown and crisp having been cooked in with the meat juices, the vegetables smothered in butter. It was a fattening feast to top all feasts. The only thing that was free on the table was the roast lamb. But did I keep my portions of the rest of the table's delights to a minimum? Nope! I even tucked into the fresh cream gateau afterwards.
Of course, my scales told me off this morning and I'm thoroughly ashamed of myself.
So I've just started a food diary in the hope that it will keep my misdemeanours to a minimum. Filling out a daily food diary might be a small change, but I'm hoping it will be enough to get me focussed again. Do you have one on the go minimammy?