The Road To Hell...

I start every day with good intentions. I eat a protein bar with my morning cup of coffee to get the day started. I workout in the morning, either after my daughter goes on the bus or after the little one I babysit does. I get in an hour or more of cardio. I'll then come home and have a huge cup of tea with some toast and peanut butter, or, if it's later, I'll have lunch. That can be anything from a sandwich on my whole wheat bread or leftovers. I'll eat a Greek yogurt or some pretzels for snack. I'll then do whatever Insanity workout is on the calendar. Dinner is usually a good meal, protein, vegetables, a starch. Then something goes awry...

Dinner is usually by 6pm. When I started my weight-loss program, I didn't eat 3 hours before bedtime (thanks to Bob Greene's suggestion), so I usually didn't eat after dinner at all. But, things have been different now. I'm a little hungry, watching my favorite trash tv show on Bravo, so I'll have a snack. And then the floodgates have opened and all hell breaks loose. I'll have a few jellybeans, maybe a Pop Tart, a couple of cookies, and then I've blown it. All the work and effort I put into having a great day has been undone. What the hell is wrong with me?

The scale read 160.6 this morning. I need to get control of my eating. You can not undo a terrible diet with an hour or two of cardio. Whether someone sees me eating it or not, the damage is done.