Cake 05
She'd lost two pounds. It was an amazing accomplishment she'd worried was never going to happen. Then she checked herself on the scale and it was like magic.
So she let herself have an extra slice of German chocolate cake at Donald's going away party at work. Then she picked up a four-pack of beautiful, freshly baked blueberry muffins while at the grocery store. The price was too good for her to ignore.
It wasn't like one muffin was going to completely throw off her diet.
Except that muffin was so delicious that she couldn't help having another. She planned to walk an extra mile or two, it would be all right.
Then after dinner she ate a third muffin for a snack. And the fourth muffin became her next day's breakfast.
It was when she was throwing away the empty container that she glanced at the nutrition information. It nearly made her pee her pants.
Each muffin was 420 calories. She had eaten four of them in a day and a half--1680 calories on top of two slices of cake, a rather plurgy lunch and dinner where she'd slathered ranch dressing on her cobb salad, and she couldn't help thinking guiltily of the potato chips she'd eaten during her break at work. Not to mention all of the Skittles she'd been munching on.
When she stepped on the scale and saw that she'd gained four pounds, Dahl felt like crying from frustration.
She'd worked so hard to lose those two pounds, and here they were back again, with friends. It was like some kind of revenge story--woman targeted by the fat she'd betrayed.
Dahl was tempted to give in and got back to her old ways. She was never going to lose the weight, it was literally a part of her.
Then she thought, Screw that. She wasn't giving up, not because of one small set back.
She went to change into her workout gear--a pair of repurposed terry sleep pants and a tee shirt, as she hadn't had a chance to buy real exercise clothes yet.
She would sweat a little before work, and she would keep a closer watch on the amount of calories that went into her body.
She'd lost two pounds, and even though they'd come back, she knew it was possible to lose them again. She just needed to work at it.
I can do this, she thought, and it felt good to believe.
/END
So she let herself have an extra slice of German chocolate cake at Donald's going away party at work. Then she picked up a four-pack of beautiful, freshly baked blueberry muffins while at the grocery store. The price was too good for her to ignore.
It wasn't like one muffin was going to completely throw off her diet.
Except that muffin was so delicious that she couldn't help having another. She planned to walk an extra mile or two, it would be all right.
Then after dinner she ate a third muffin for a snack. And the fourth muffin became her next day's breakfast.
It was when she was throwing away the empty container that she glanced at the nutrition information. It nearly made her pee her pants.
Each muffin was 420 calories. She had eaten four of them in a day and a half--1680 calories on top of two slices of cake, a rather plurgy lunch and dinner where she'd slathered ranch dressing on her cobb salad, and she couldn't help thinking guiltily of the potato chips she'd eaten during her break at work. Not to mention all of the Skittles she'd been munching on.
When she stepped on the scale and saw that she'd gained four pounds, Dahl felt like crying from frustration.
She'd worked so hard to lose those two pounds, and here they were back again, with friends. It was like some kind of revenge story--woman targeted by the fat she'd betrayed.
Dahl was tempted to give in and got back to her old ways. She was never going to lose the weight, it was literally a part of her.
Then she thought, Screw that. She wasn't giving up, not because of one small set back.
She went to change into her workout gear--a pair of repurposed terry sleep pants and a tee shirt, as she hadn't had a chance to buy real exercise clothes yet.
She would sweat a little before work, and she would keep a closer watch on the amount of calories that went into her body.
She'd lost two pounds, and even though they'd come back, she knew it was possible to lose them again. She just needed to work at it.
I can do this, she thought, and it felt good to believe.
/END