293 Camel

These last few days I've been drinking water like a camel. I feel stubborn like a camel too.  I didn't do very well with food yesterday despite being fabulous about the exercise (ran 10 min without stopping! Plus strength training and walking to and from work--in the snow on the way up even). Still, I went and wrote it all out at the end of the day so I could know just how badly things had gone. Nothing all that dreadful--2,600 odd calories. Course that's more than Sean eats even on Thanksgiving day, but I think he's overly restrictive (1,500 cal).  Anyway, it was all good nourishing food, but it's not good being out of control. And today is shaping up in a similar way.  The plan is to take Christine out for ice-cream.  That is easily managed calorie-wise, but so far I'm not managing it. I had a good breakfast--cream of wheat with berries and 2 slice bacon. But lunch was pizza, which is marginal, with an apple and carrots (good). I was still hungry so I ate my snack of wasa crisps and laughing cow cheese right away (ok). But I wanted chocolate--so I hate 1/2  a twix bar and a peanut cluster (Huh?).  Why could I not pass this up full well KNOWING that I'm going to have full fat yummy ice-cream tonight? Why does that justify eating more in the afternoon rather than less?