The days after a binge can be such a mine field. Even when there are no anxiety or emotional triggers, the fact is, I've made a reconnection with old habitual behaviour and some habits die hard. My brain will often be in "binge mode" without reason so it can take a few days just to reconnect again with my new way of thinking.
So far so good.
Yesterday's food was relatively plain sailing. Mashed banana on toast for breakkie followed by a good dose of exercise in spin class. It was the first chap again, not the crazy french dude, but still a great workout. For lunch I had an avocado, mushroom and jarlsberg toastie and then for dinner a small lean steak with heaps of steamed veg. Some fruit and a skinny cap snacks in between for good measure. Total food goodness.
This morning I had my photography class practical. If you'd been anywhere in the Melbourne CBD you would have spotted us. We were the folk walking around en masse with cameras, tripods and puzzled looks on our faces. We really did look like tools and attracted a lot of quizzical looks and curious questions from passers by. A great morning though, it makes such a difference to have the teacher there on hand to help tell you straight away why things did or didn't work with your pictures. I'll include some of the snaps at the end for you to see.
It wasn't such a fantastic morning to be in control of my eating but I happily came out of it largely unscathed. We had coffee stops at cafes where muffins and paninis only came in XXXL sizes and wholegrains had never been seen on the premises. I stuck to just coffee. Also I hadn't thought to take any water. This meant I fell into a common trap where my brain just knows I'm craving something but hasn't quite figured out it's only water I need. Instead it sends me all sorts of "go buy food NOW" signals. We happened to be on St Kilda road right next to all the amazing smells of the Melbourne Food & Wine Festival stalls in Federation Square at the time and, despite the enticing sights and aromas of Chocolate Playground and the Cheese Market, all I purchased was a single babycake and another one to take home for the Mr. (surprisingly it actually made it the whole 33km journey home to him or else I might have had to very quickly gloss over the babycakes subject). Mine was a rhubarb and sour cream mini cup cake. Very cute and very very yummy. To compensate I then only had one cooked tuna sushi roll for lunch instead of my usual two, followed by a banana for dessert.
All under control.