Day 3

I know I have heard something about the 4th day of dieting always being the hardest. I think it’s the 4th anyway. Apparently, the first three days people are usually really excited and all gung-ho but without quick fix results, enthusiasm wanes. I am not looking forward to tomorrow because my first day (night) was tough, as was yesterday. I just got all wrapped up in the moment when reading the book that it seemed so doable. All I focused on were the recipes and ingredients. I also read what to order at specific restaurants- drive-thru, fast food and sit down. I thought I was all set. I’m now realizing I didn’t take much real life into account. The Perfect Body Diet really means well I think, but it seems to assume that I dictate what I eat, when and where. That seems plausible, but only if you don’t have a social life, family or husband. When you are at a sporting event for multiple hours, Subway doesn’t bring your garden fresh salad with a light sprinkling of oil and vinegar to your seat. Just like everyone else you get your choice of the ever-popular, popcorn caked in pseudo butter, the stale round tortilla chips with can o’ cheese dipping sauce posing as nachos or, my personal favorite, the giant heaven of carbolicious goodness packed with extra sodium for your snacking pleasure- the soft pretzel. Now I have two choices: follow the strict guidelines and eat something every 3 hours OR follow the strict guidelines and avoid any of the concession goodies. On that particular evening at Pullman High, I went with option A. I cannot promise to be so strong next time.

After the longest high school football game in history, my little family and I went to my parents’ for my dad’s birthday dinner. Enter beautiful taco bar. *sigh* Oh how I love you, Mexican food. Nonetheless I helped myself to the lettuce, tomatoes, onions and salsa and made a big, fatty, lame taco salad with a side of refried beans. After dinner the temptations grew more intense as my sister brought out Dad’s birthday cake. It was a jumbo chocolate chip cookie the size of a large pizza with beautiful birthday wishes printed in a velvety cream cheese frosting. I wish I were one of those people who hate frosting. I am more of the stick-my-finger-in-for-at-least-one-tablespoon-sized-taste-everytime-I-make-a-cake type. The diet angel and demon on either side of my shoulder started arguing at that point. Demon reminded us how rude it would be to not at least taste my sister’s handiwork, how I could just have a tiny sliver and how oh-so-yummy it would be. Angel said, “No” (bitch). Angel won, although I am not sure how. Her argument sucked.

That night my poor baby Sophia had a cold and was up most of the night. Being up so much made me very hungry. Of course, the only thing out and available was about half of the cookie cake. I could have eaten the entire thing alone, I’m sure. But victory was mine again.

Last night was my Mommy Club meeting. It was held in the banquet room of El Sombrero, my favorite Mexican restaurant in town. I genuinely meant to eat a little something before I left, but it takes quite awhile for me to feel prepared to leave the house and go to a place where I KNOW I will meet strangers who will judge me. I got there just in time to be starving! Still, I had three chips (heaped with salsa) and a small margarita. Regular. In my mind peach, strawberry and the other rainbow of flavors have added mixer, so added calories. I have no idea if that’s how things really go down at “The Hat”, but in my mind it made me feel like I was taking the high road. I went home and had strips of green peppers dipped in homemade hummus. When I was still hungry, I had a bowl of bran flakes topped with ground flax seed and berries for dessert.

Enough of my bragging. Did I mention how I haven’t yet completed a single workout. I know, so much for following the diet perfectly. I didn’t even make it the first day! So dear blog, I will leave you with two promises. 1.) I will absolutely do a full workout today. 2.) I promise the next post won’t be so lame and will not include a food diary.