The Trip

So I took my kids to visit my parents this past weekend.  They will be gone for a total of 14 days.  I had hoped to use that time to focus on my juicing and getting healthier while I had no little distractions to force me to eat. 

The good thing is: that is true.  Nobody is here to pull on me every five minutes and ask if it is time for lunch yet.  Or beg me for dessert.  Or ask if I am making Kool-aid, or ask of s/he can have a snack.

The bad thing is... my particular food demon apparently has millions of other ideas to induce me to eat.  (I'm an easy mark.)

To my credit, I have been able to avoid the Victory Eating, the Revenge Eating, the Depressed Eating, the Party Eating, the "I love you and made this yummy dish for you so you have to taste it" Eating, and the We Have People Visiting Eating.  After much struggle, I also was able to just barely squeak past the "I'm On A Trip So I Deserve A Wendy's Chicken Sandwich But I Can't Have One Because I'm Dieting" Pouty Meal. 

But once I got back home what finally caught me up was the realization that nobody's here and I can actually eat in peace.  Time for a Celebration Meal.  Sadly, I thought it might be a great idea to have an IHOP breakfast with just one child.  And then, because I had already messed up my diet for the day, I thought a Stanleo's sandwich (or two) might as well round out my day.  Then, to top it off, for supper I ate a couple scrambled egg and cheese sandwiches & a left-over Hershey bar I found in the pantry.  Because nothing says "I love myself" more than stuffed-stomach indigestion and the resulting sodium-induced, finger-and-foot tingling and subsequent IBS.

Of course, I managed to convince myself that I was performing an experiment.  After all, if I didn't eat, how would I know that my diet was working?  (Well, it made sense at the time...)

I still don't know if the tingling was due to a spike in my blood pressure or because I now have diabetes.  Yep, good times.