Since getting weighed on Tuesday night, I’ve been having a very odd week: it seems, in celebration of not having cancer, my body has decided that it wants junk. Lots and lots of junk.
I’ve tried not to give in, of course, but when I went to the cinema, it was in celebration, and I had a bar of fudge, a packet of crisps and a wee tub of ice cream. Since then, I’ve had two more bars of fudge and some more chocolate, a pizza from Pizza Hut (low-fat cheese, thin crust, trying to keep the calories as low as possible to the best of my ability) and an Indian take-away.
It’s one bad week, but it’s a pretty bad week, or so it feels.
But let’s face it, one cannot eat 200g of chocolate and gain 1lb, right? It shouldn’t be physically possible. Eating 200g of butter on the other hand…
Argh. I’m not overeating. I know that much. I’m just eating all the wrong things.
How do you stop when you know you’re doing that? I’m having difficulty right now. My body just wants junk.