Day Twelve! I am a non-smoker. Yay, me! (Dancing around the kitchen. You'll note I said "kitchen"...)
Okay. I get that gaining a leeeeetle bit of weight is okay while quitting smoking. I accept that smoking is far more dangerous to your health than gaining a few cuddly pounds. I acknowledge that one should be gentle and non-judgemental with oneself while showing the NicoDemon who is in charge.
However, after the difficulty in zipping up my jeans this morning, I'm beginning to question my earlier thinking. Perhaps being "gentle with oneself" doesn't include ham & cheese omelets, Cheeseburger Hamburger Helper, and chocolate peanut-butter ice cream??? WHaaaaat?
I am normally a healthy eater. Seriously. I know that's hard to believe, given that I know about Hamburger Helper but, hey. We all have an ugly past. Mine includes Hamburger Helper, which I gave up YEARS and YEARS ago. Unfortunately, while strolling the aisles of the grocery store yesterday, I spied my old beloved comfort food. And instead accepting the lies of the NicoDemon, I bought into the smooth lies of the Fat&CarbDemon, who told me that I gave up cigarettes, so I DESERVE this box of processed garbage. (Hey, you add milk to it, right? That's protein, right?)
Now if that one little box of Hamburger Hell-per had been my only transgression thus far, I'd be okay. However, I've been making excuses for my eating choices ever single day since I quit on Sept 27. (Oh, c'mon, doesn't everyone have Caramel Pecan Crunch for breakfast every morning???)
And today...reality. My jeans would hardly zip up. AND....JUNIOR EXERCISED and blogged about it. I read her blog while Jeff and I sat on a sunny patio in Manzanita, OR and enjoyed Shrimp PoBoys and onion rings... I'm consumed with guilt. I hardly enjoyed the home-baked Banana Nut Chocolate Chip Bread we bought on the way home down the Coast.
Junior, my friend, my fellow quitter...how could you do this to me???? LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL (getting my jaws wired shut tomorrow. Jeff is digging around in his tool box now.)