I am a master at coming up with inventive excuses to blow my diet.
Take last night.
I got home from working out and had this conversation with myself.
ME: Wow! My fitness trackers says I went over 11,000 steps today! Plus, I worked out really hard for an hour. I can certainly afford to eat this cupcake that's sitting on the counter. I'll just eat that instead of fixing dinner.
ME (one hour later): I'm really hungry. Maybe I'll just have a piece of whole grain toast with peanut butter. That's protein, right?
ME (while getting the peanut butter jar out of the cupboard): I forgot about those raisins. A little box of those can't hurt, right?
ME (after making toast with peanut butter): Okay. I'll just have one little spoonful of peanut butter.
ME (after eating said spoonful): That was so good. Maybe just one more.
ME (while cleaning up the kitchen before bed): I could really go for something sweet. Just a taste. That would take care of my cravings. Wonder if I have any chocolate chips?
ME (Three healthy handfuls of chocolate chips later): Well, I think just blew it. Might as well finish the bag. Tomorrow I'll get back on track.
Just out of curiosity, I decided to add up the mindless calories I consumed last night.
It's not pretty.
Cupcake with frosting: 400 calories
1 slice of bread: 100
3T peanut butter 285
Chocolate chips 300
Grand Total: 1214 Calories
Yes, I did.