Maybe there should be a section on 'falling off the wagon' or 'oops' or 'what was I thinking'.
Yesterday did not turn out the way I had planned it. Such is life. I ate a reasonable breakfast thank goodness. 2 cups coffee later - no lunch in sight, delays, delays, delays. Dinner time coming on quick. Hallucinations of pizza started kicking in. No no, my sane self said - go to McDonald's and skip the bun - you've done this before, it will get you through till you get home (was far from home).
Now maybe I wouldn't have done this if my friend wasn't with me (I would like to think that). I don't think I would have bothered. But in the end, it was ME and no one to blame but me. So 3 slices of pizza later (it wasn't just any pizza - it was from my favourite place before fts (not that I went there often as it is far from home) and as good as I remembered. I got home and had another 2 slices (even though it doesn't taste anywhere as good as just out of oven). The rest is in freezer (I hate it once it's frozen) to feed to daughter when she visits or to toss when freezer burn hits. I followed up with broken bits of kit kit from a birthday cake I had made for my daughter. The cake was covered in icing, maltesers and kit kats of which I did not so much as lick the spoon.
Now to pay the price - usually when I go to bed I just fall asleep. Last night I didn't sleep well. I felt like the pizza soaked up all of the moisture in my body. I felt so bloated and just kept waking up. I didn't feel ill really just like a balloon. I had reconciled myself somewhat by saying the crust was really thin, very little tomato sauce, mainly ham, little onion and an egg (called an Aussie). What got me was that I thought it out beforehand and decided that it really wasn't okay, but did it anyway. A conscious
decision.
It just goes to show that things can go awry no matter how long you have been on fts. Or maybe it's just me. Back on the bandwagon today. It's just a hiccup on the road, nothing else. Just thought I would share.
