Yes everyone, I indeed had another slip and ate like shit last night. I went to Hooter's where all of my boyfriend's cousins get together once a year at Hooter's to catch up and eat some wings.
I had a plan: It was to eat a salad, and maybe indulge myself in a wing or 2. Also, to have 1 glass of beer.
Here is what I did have: grilled cheese with bacon, 4 wings with bleu cheese sauce, curly fries, and I cant even tell you how many glasses of beer. Maybe 5-6?
I was in fried heaven and I gave in to temptation. It had been so long since I have had anything like that. I had to tell myself to slow down because I was just stuffing my face and not even enjoying it.
This time though, I dont think I was eating because of anything emotional, I was eating because I was just plain starving, and the last thing I wanted was a salad. By the time everyone got to the restaurant and we got food, I hadnt eaten in like 5-6 hours which is a dieter's worst strategy in preparing for a night out.
I also just felt so ASHAMED almost afterwards. I look around the table and 2 of the other girls at the table didnt even eat half of their sandwiches or fries. Another girl had a salad, which is what I should have been eating and made me feel even worse. So there I was, the FAT girl who eats and eats and eats. There was that little voice in the back of my head telling me they were sitting there thinking that about me.
So my plan of attack did not go so well. I guess we will see on the scale tomorrow the result of this fried binge!