This morning, I did something I haven’t done in YEARS.
I had this for breakfast:
I feel conflicted. It was good. SO GOOD. But it was crap food. Processed. Fake. Full of nothing but carbs, fat and overly processed nonsense.
But it kept me full for hours. I was craving it, and I so I had it. A breakfast sandwich. Breakfast potatoes. Diet coke.
I worked out this morning. And then I stopped for fast food breakfast that I wanted. But this shouldn’t be what “I” want – this should be about what my body needs. So why did I stop for fast food breakfast? My body doesn’t need that. I wanted it.
I don’t feel like bingeing. But who knows if I will this afternoon. “They” say crappy food will lead to crappy eating the rest of the day. Whoever “they” are.
It was ONE meal. ONE breakfast. I haven’t fallen off the wagon. I haven’t spent months eating fast food. It was one breakfast. But one can lead to two, right? It’s a slipper slope.
I don’t really care that I had fast food breakfast. As much as this post makes it seem like I’m dwelling on it, I really don’t care. It was good. And now, I’m done with it. Maybe I’ll have it again… in another couple years.
I worked out today, I’ve gotten enough water in so far. And I’ll have an apple for snack. Vegetables for lunch. Balanced. My life is balanced.