Cheat Day...Ugh.

I write this entry a steaming ball of indigestion and regret. Today was Sunday, my cheat day from the meal plan I've been on. Drunk with power, knowing I'd lost almost 8 pounds over the last two weeks, I decided to treat myself a little bit. Surely I'd earned it.

Ugh. Let's just say, pizza + ice cream + chocolate chip cookies = no bueno. It's been a few hours and on top of still not feeling quite myself, I feel guilty as hell and it definitely was not worth it.

It felt like I'd chugged a pint grease. Really disgusting. I had a similar experience last week after the pumpkin pancakes at Kerbey Lane, but quickly dismissed it. I'm going to have to look into the biology of this, and if anyone reading can provide some insight, that'd be great. But it would appear that, after only two weeks, my body has decided that bad food really is bad for me and from now on it is going to make darn sure I know it.

Plus, it really wasn't that much food, but it was a ton of calories. Today really opened my eyes into why I've put on all this weight in the first place. Three pieces of pizza (3X276 calories), two chocolate chip cookies (170 calories for the pair) and some ice cream (300 calories) was super easy to put down. And I used to do the equivalent almost every day.

To be honest, I'd much rather go through a day of what has now become my usual stuff, oatmeal, cottage cheese, sweet potatoes and all. 

So my next step will be to get off my butt and research recipes that make all this healthy stuff I'm eating actually taste good. Sheryl, my RevEx client manager, sent me some last week, so I'll start there. Wish me freaking luck.