UGH, I hate when I give in to temptation. Seriously!!! When I first started my weight loss journey in January, I had a rule, "No Eating Past 9pm". I stuck to it like crazy. Since I'm a night/evening exerciser, I've been allowing myself a snack since my diabetes diagnosis. But man, tonight was just not good.
I had a great bike ride (stationary bike) and came downstairs to enjoy my quiet evening and do a few things. I remembered there was a small piece of kerry gold aged cheddar in the frig. I weighed it and counted out my wheat thin crisps. PERFECT!!! Then, I made up some muffins for my boys to enjoy tomorrow. I swear the carbs in the crackers kicked off a huge craving. I got out the crackers and finished off the bag. It was mainly broken crackers and bits....but still, where is the control??? Then, I pull the muffins out of the oven. 48 perfect, lovely, steaming, mini-pumpkin muffins.... Before I knew it, I'd popped TWO in my mouth. WHAT THE HECK??? I honestly didn't even remember the second one, I had to actually count the remaining muffins to know for sure. How does this happen in the blink of an eye??
So now I'm disgusted with myself....and sad. Why do I ruin a bad food/exercise day so late in the game??? This is exactly why I should be in bed at this hour. DAMMIT!!!