Another tough day. Daughter's Hanukkah party at school. I again succumbed to the call of the latkes (with applesauce!) And, worse, I had about half of a little cinnamon sugar fried donut thing (forget what they're called) that the kids had made. And a couple of pieces of challah bread. Skipped the cookies though! But then the kids wanted to go out to lunch, and we went to McDonalds. I thought I was being good by just having a cheesburger, and I did have a handful of fried - but I was SO much better than normally when I would have had a Big Mac and a large fries, sometimes even with a (high-test!) Coke.
Then I didn't eat anything for the rest of the day until about 6:30 when I was wandering through a street festival doing some last minute holiday shopping. I knew it would be a while until I would be home and able to eat again, so I ate what I thought was the best thing I could find without going overboard; I had a beef empanada. I resisted the bags of kettle cord, and more difficultly, the incredible-smelling little donuts they were frying. (I almost rationalized getting some when I saw the sign that they had no trans-fats, but I kept walking!) Later I had some apple slices, and that was it for the day.
Unfortunately, Dr. R. was not thrilled with my choices. He says I'm killing myself; "these food choices are suicidal" were the exact words! Eek. It is a mental shift (again!) to go from just cutting calories to eating the right (?) foods. I think I need to read the You on a Diet book to get more ideas for things I can/should eat. (The animal crackers that I thought were okay also turn out to not be good...) He also emphasized that I should never let myself get really hungry, and I should carry something with me at all times - nuts, fruit, raisins. Shift, shift, shift...
I did hit about 5500 steps though! The most yet!