Okay, so I was MIA for two full days... which is never a good sign. As you heard from Howard on Monday night we had cake from our dog's boyfriend's bday party...and it just seemed rude not to eat a piece of cake (and crazy not to eat a second piece of cake...it was a good cake!). But that day wasn't so bad...and I totally made up for it yesterday as I dutifully went to pilates and then I ate really well... well, well for me is 2 zone bars, a chicken broth soup, and then I was starving and I ate a bunch of random stuff for dinner...but nothing too too terrible... (blue cornbread with butter still can't be as bad as cake, right?).
But today...today, was... well, bad. Before we take a walk down that road of guilt and regret let's talk about the fact that Howard and I received some really good news on Monday night. We have sold a tv sitcom show based on the book to ABC. So this was really really amazing news... and we are so thrilled and fortunate (especially in this crappy economy) to now be gainfully employed again and working on a project that we both love.
But what's tough is suddenly we're back in the high stress atmosphere of having to work together with a very intensive deadline. I really wish I was one of those people who when they get stressed out don't eat... but instead when the tough get going, I get going to the pantry to look for a snack. I get very intense about work and always think of it as the highest priority...so going to the gym or to pilates or eating sensibly always get put on the back burner (and on the front burner is making pancakes to help me think more creatively... which helps for a bit and then helps make me sleepy and in need of a nap.)
And I promised to be honest in this blog, and here it is. I didn't want to write and admit all this stuff. There's something about not being able to control your eating that makes you feel weak...and it's a terrible feeling. Obviously, I know I'm not alone in this (hey Oprah, we know the whole world loves you most of all because you too are a yo-yo dieter like the rest of us!!) But still it's such a struggle. I just find it so weird that on some days it's so easy to eat well, and on other days you slam an entire bag of white cheddar on the couch in record time. (Howard was there to witness this, but he was smart enough to pretend not to notice. It's good to see Howard did learn something from writing our book together. I was being crazy about food and he did not act stupidly and tell me I needed to stop eating popcorn. )
It was also Howard who told me I needed to go upstairs (that's where my office/desk/laptop is in our house) and face the music... he said the world would understand... he said it'd feel good to confess. So here goes. One zone bar, one large bag of white cheddar popcorn, a bowl of Life cereal, a Bay City Deli Godmother sandwich (crazy good but hellaciously bad for you), and 2 and half italian rainbow cookies...you know those weird mutli colored cakey cookies that they have in italian bakeries that are dipped in chocolate and have that weird fruity jam in between...yeah, i ate those too... (i discovered them in Little Italy when I was a college student at NYU...they are so not the typical sweet treat I like... because i actually find them a little gross... but in a weirdly good way.)
Phew. Hmmm...not sure if I feel better, or just kind of embarassed....
Thank god it's late and tomorrow is a new day...
jenny
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