Today was one of those days where everything just took a sharp, slanting turn in the wrong direction. I woke up late, so I didn't have time to pack my lunch or make breakfast. That, my friends, was my first mistake.
I grabbed a muffin at the coffee shop across the street, the one that makes the BEST home-made style muffins. Rasberry Lychee, Peach and Almond, Chocolate Praline Apple - these are just a few of the flavours they make. SO GOOD.
I've found that a sweet pastry or muffin in the morning doesn't really fill me up, or satisfy me. I need a breakfast that is high in fibre or protein, or both. The muffin held me over until 10:30, when I had a peach. So far, not so bad, right?
Lunch rolled around and I went out in search of...something? I had no idea what I wanted. I wanted something healthy, but I was craving beef on a bun or a hot dog. I ended up walking around in circles for about 45 minutes until I settled on a vegetarian lentil stew and a sugar-free italian soda. For sure, this could have been far, far worse. But again - not really that satisfying, and higher in points than I would have guessed once I looked it up. I was craving ice cream seriously hard, but I knew that wasn't going to end well (late afternoon sugar crash, anyone?), so I had some cherries that I had tossed in my purse on the way out of our place in the morning.
Dinner was planned, though. Grilled chicken sausage, corn on the cob, new potatoes. I was really looking forward to it. Last night I went to Zumba and I'd been feeling sore all day, but I thought I might as well head home and go for a swim or something...and then I ran into some coworkers and had a beer on a patio instead.
I got home, and the sausages I remembered being in the freezer were nowhere to be found.
So that plan? Abandoned. Instead, we went out. For Mexican.
Mexican is the one type of food that I can't resist. I can go to pretty much any other restaurant and find something healthy on the menu and be satisfied, but at a Mexican restaurant, all bets are off. Enchiladas it was. And chips and salsa. A LOT of chips and salsa. Ugh. I actually ate to the point of feeling sick.
I hereby present myself with the Sombrero of Really Pathetic Planning. I was going to call it the Sombrero of Failure, but that's a bit harsh. Back on the horse tomorrow, right?