Evergroovy
New Member
Ack! I have just had the worst day and fallen off the program! I am only on day ten and all ready found myself regressing.
I was rushed off my feet this morning and left the house with out my lunch time pack. I was late for a meeting with my solicitor (no stress there then) and had made arangments to meet my friend for "lunch" afterwards. I was half way to the meeting when I realised I would not have time to go back for the pack. I told myself I would only have a green salad no dressing (my logic said that as long as I kept it under 125 calories I would be ok)and that is what I did. The trouble is I started to feel ill on the way home. Instantly tired as if I was on the end of a sugar crash. I felt as though I would throw up. I have issues around insulin, and stopped at a petrol station for something to stop the crash. I waited almost an hour before shoving the brownie into my gob. I was then overcome with guilt and forced myself to throw up the lot. I can say hand on heart that I have NEVER done that before. I felt better physicialy but also scared. Is this what it is like to do route to management? Yikes!
I know that I have to get my head back in the game tomorrow but I found myself thinking. Oh hell I will have to climb that wall again tomorrow so I have eaten half a pack of biscuts (out of desire?) Desire for what exactly? I am worried that this is an adiction I will not be able to break. Any advice?:wave_cry:
I was rushed off my feet this morning and left the house with out my lunch time pack. I was late for a meeting with my solicitor (no stress there then) and had made arangments to meet my friend for "lunch" afterwards. I was half way to the meeting when I realised I would not have time to go back for the pack. I told myself I would only have a green salad no dressing (my logic said that as long as I kept it under 125 calories I would be ok)and that is what I did. The trouble is I started to feel ill on the way home. Instantly tired as if I was on the end of a sugar crash. I felt as though I would throw up. I have issues around insulin, and stopped at a petrol station for something to stop the crash. I waited almost an hour before shoving the brownie into my gob. I was then overcome with guilt and forced myself to throw up the lot. I can say hand on heart that I have NEVER done that before. I felt better physicialy but also scared. Is this what it is like to do route to management? Yikes!
I know that I have to get my head back in the game tomorrow but I found myself thinking. Oh hell I will have to climb that wall again tomorrow so I have eaten half a pack of biscuts (out of desire?) Desire for what exactly? I am worried that this is an adiction I will not be able to break. Any advice?:wave_cry: