I wish I was at the place mentally I was in at day 30 or 50. I am not. I am at a place I was at -100. Meaning, I am where I was 100 days before I started dieting… no where and fat. Today, instead of having an amazing day at day 100 and talking about another 20 pounds lost, I am up 5 pounds and I had a day reminiscent of days I had before I ever started losing weight. I don’t like to admit this… it is the kind of thing you don’t talk about it. But here it goes, this is everything I ate today– fruit loops, a donut and a bean burrito for breakfast. 3 Tacos and a cheeseburger for lunch, then some ice cream. I stopped at both Taco Bell AND McDonalds. I ate a normal dinner of chicken and potatoes…. then ate ramen noodles, a cookie and more ice cream. I physically did something I have not done in over 100 days, and I did it twice. I drove into two fast food drive thru’s and ate fast food.
The worst part about the whole thing is that yesterday I said to myself that I was going to do it– and I did. I thought about doing it yesterday and I went ahead and did it. What I really wanted to do was go to Moe’s, but I didn’t have time. And you know what, I will likely go one day this week because apparently it is something I need to get out of my system.
When I was at McDonald’s there was a man sitting in the parking lot in a chair and a friend of his came across the parking lot and met him. (which, was really weird, it as 95 degrees outside and what the heck were they doing in the parking lot). I have no idea what they were doing. I was sitting in the parking lot in my car while it was running because I had just gone through the drive thru at Taco Bell and had pulled into McDonalds because I knew when I was done with the tacos I was going to get ice cream. I almost didn’t because of the guys sitting in the parking lot. I felt like they were watching me, judging me. But ultimately, I didn’t care and I pulled around and I got in the drive thru line for ice cream. But then for some strange reason I felt I couldn’t just order ice cream, so I got a cheeseburger as well. I have no idea why, I just felt like I was on auto pilot. I feel like my fat ways are like being on auto pilot and I have been manually steering for so long (100 days that is) that I just need to go back to auto pilot– it is easy, freeing and mindless. I wish it wasn’t any of those things, and I wish I could get back to where I was. I want to get back there, but then again maybe I don’t. I am not doing anything to show it. There are just so many pounds.