Falling Off The Diet Wagon Is Not The End Of The World. Coping With The Intense Hunger Pangs At Night Is Proving Hard Though
Once again I had a bad night last night. It’s not that I ate junk. I was eating healthily, but with zero portion control (5 plates of salad with Honey Mustard dressing and several Chicken Curry ready meals to be precise)
I’ve learnt that the worst thing I can do when I fall off the healthy living wagon is to feel sorry for myself and return to my old lifestyle (i.e. eating Pot Noodles, Cheese galore and CRACK).
I’ve tried my old lifestyle before and obviously it didn’t work so why go back there? It can seem comforting at first but I’ll just end up feeling worse about myself and I’ll have to start from the beginning again.
The only option is to try again and again and again until something clicks. I get really fucking frustrated with myself at times as things will seem to be going well and then it’s back to square one.
But the only way to remain in control of it is to eat better the next day. Or to run to the fucking hills and only come back when I’ve caught dinner with my fucking teeth.
What is odd about last night is that I hadn’t ran at all yesterday. I’ll typically only get the intense hunger pangs if I’ve ran around 10 miles.
Peculiar or what?
What’s more curious is that my appetite is down again today. It seems to wax and wane cyclically.
My sleeping has been bad recently too meaning I’ve had more hours to eat. You would honestly think that I’m a starved man by how much I pack away at night.
I think I should go to the doctors but I’m afraid that he’ll refer me to a padded cell or some shit.
Anyway, that’s enough moaning for now. I’m going to run off some of yesterday’s excesses and try to think positively.