*Warning: This is a random rant of things that have bothering me. This may or may not make any sense what so ever. Is this what happens as you approach 40?*

Friday was my birthday. While I can't go back in time and reverse the age clock to make me younger, I can attempt to embrace it.

 
Most people give themselves a birthday week or month. I gave myself an unplanned weekend. Meaning:what was suppose to be one day of cheat meals, actually turned in to the entire freaking weekend. 
 
I know people say not to beat yourself up and that tomorrow is a new day, but what about those of us that are addicted to food? What about those of us that sit and unintentionally eat an entire box of <insert trigger food here>?
 
I have worked so hard since January 1 on trying to cut out processed crap and eating more organic or whole foods. I have been really diligent in cutting out my post workout meal of a hamburger and fries on my way home from the gym. I have cut out my daily trips to QT for a breakfast sandwich or taquito. I even have given up my beloved hot dog and chips addiction. All this hard work wrecked because I decided to ask for a fruit torte instead of cake? Did I mention the torte had a sugar glaze on the fruit and smothered in cream cheese goodness? How the hell is that healthy?

I slowly feel myself gravitating back towards the sugary goodness that I have worked so hard to take control of. I see chocolate and want to devour the entire box. But what good does that do? I would feel sorry about myself, but that wouldn't stop me. I would self destruct and get to where I have so desperately been trying to get away from.

It isn't just about the sugar. I indulged in pasta and dairy. Two things that I have not had since December. As I write this, I am on the biggest sugar high and I hate how I feel. Why do we self sabotage? Why do we beat ourselves up? Why can we not just say no?

But things aren't all that bad. I have lost 15 pounds since I have switched my eating habits. There are times that it is super difficult (like after I leave the gym) but do enjoy being able to come home and make me a somewhat healthy dinner and not feel bad about stopping at <insert fast food restaurant> here and indulging in a jumbo super value meal with large goodness and a side of oh my gosh I had myself and then wonder why you haven't lost a single pound.

I actually kind of feel better now that I have gotten this off my chest. Thank you for allowing me to do so! Enjoy the rest of your weekend (well those of you that are off for Presidents Day you still have an extra day).

Do any of you guys struggle with these same issues? How do you deal with them?

Until next time......