Confession Time: I was a very VERY bad bandster last night. **hanging head in shame**
I've mentioned before that my biggest "fat girl" issue is nighttime eating. For the most part, since my surgery almost seven weeks ago, I have been doing a fantastic job of curtailing my nighttime eating urges. But last night... notsomuch.
And you know what? I didn't enjoy it like I used to. Sure, the first few bites tasted oh-so-yummy. But after I was done with the bowl I realized I didn't feel so good. I felt stuffed and over-full and just nasty. And the deliciousness of those first few bites were totally overshadowed by how I felt after I was done.
So, now I know... that kind of food just simply isn't worth it anymore to me. Sure it might taste good for a couple of bites, but after that I know I just won't be able to enjoy it anymore.
And that epiphany is kind of freeing! Next time Fat Jenny whispers in my ear that I'm really missing out on something that I use to binge on late at night, I can tell her to go take a hike. Because I'll remember how I felt last night around 11:15.
And it just wasn't worth it.