Be held accountable.
I've always made excuses, had reasons, blamed it on genetics, on my disease, on advertisements, moods, situations, breakups, celebrations...
it's been me all along. I am the one in control ... and now, I will be held accountable.
So here I am. Day 1. I normally plan ahead for diets and meal changes, life changes. This one caught me off guard and so I am trying to wrap my Type A head around what is going to happen today for Festive Friday at the office when Karie brings in breakfast (since it's her turn this week)... or what will happen at lunch when everyone at work will invite me out for Steve's going away party. Or tonight when I go out for dinner with my boyfriend Jimmy and his friends? Better even: what am I going to do next week for Thanksgiving.
I have no plan. I am jumping in and sorting it out along the way. But isn't that life? One day at a time?
And so it's somewhere between 8 and 9 am and I've obliged April (the other new girl here) and enjoyed some Coffee Mate coconut creamer in my obligatory morning coffee. Yum. (Although, it does slightly remind me of drunk nights in college when I had far too many shots of Malibu Rum -- I no longer can drink the stuff which still causes a mildly nauseating effect). So how many calories are in the fun little addition of creamer? Well, according to MyFitnessPal app, Coconut Creme - Coffee Creamer (serving size 1 tbsp) is 35 calories. Hmm. Okay. Better than a fancy starbucks beverage I suppose. And what about my overnight oats?? After adjusting the serving size to 1/4 (I only had a few spoonfuls) that's another 69 calories. Okay. Not bad. 104 calories before 9 am. I'll have a small piece of whatever Karie brings in and that won't be too bad.
I can do this. I can just jump in. The key is to start. Start somewhere. I'm starting today. A few days late, but right on time.