Best type of failure...

Yesterday I was a failure. At overeating. As in I tried to do it and failed. At every turn. For starters, we had some Bask.in Robbins ice cream in the house from Wednesday night. After a VERY rough start to my morning, all I could think about was how I was going to "reward" myself with the rest of that ice cream when the kids went down for a nap after lunch. My mouth was practically watering in anticipation. And what happened? I went out there to get it only to discover that my mom had put it in the wrong side of the fridge the night before and it was melted. Completely ruined. So, no ice cream.

Next up? I decided that I could not bear drinking just water with my lunch. I have sweetened iced tea nearly every night with dinner and I used to drink it throughout the day also, but I have made an effort to cut back to only one glass at night and none during the day. But yesterday the water wasn't cutting it. But rather than making tea, no sir, I was drinking a soda. More specifically, a regular Dr. Pep.per. I got out my glass. Poured it. Made my lunch. Sat down. Took my first wonderful drink. And it tasted AWFUL. Much like a soda taste when it has gone flat. And rancid. Had the soda gone bad? No, my taste buds had. I have faithfully begun taking my Topamax pills for my migraines again and they affect how I process the taste of foods. Namely sugar. Soda is the first to go. I physically can't drink it. I forced down a second swallow and literally started to heave. So, no soda.

The final try? Chips and salsa. We still had some delicious chips left from Saturday's birthday party that I have been avoiding and homemade salsa. I poured myself a fairly large bowl of chips, along with a nice sized bowl of salsa, and sat down once again to basically pig out. I had eaten two, count them, TWO chips when my phone rang. It was a friend of my asking if she could drop her 3 kids off at my house for a little bit while she ran an emergency errand. Of course I said yes, but that would then make for 6 kids at my house. There was no way I could enjoy my little pigout session at that point. So I poured the chips back in the back, the salsa back in the container and went on my merry little way. So, no chips and salsa.

As I said, the very best type of failure. :) Sometimes it's great when life gets in the way. I read a great quote this morning too....

"Don't exchange what you want the most for what you want at the moment."