No, not the cookie, the Ruffles!!! To preface, I don't even like potato chips!! Now you know where this is going, don't you? Yep, I treated myself to a "few" chips last night. What the hell was I thinking?? Good question. I had journaled, counted, weighed, cooked properly, and was ready to settle in for a little televiewing, when the Ruffles bag jumped up and grabbed my hand, settled in, and then chip by chip those little shits jumped into my mouth. As I said, I don't usually even like chips, so why now? There were not a great number of chips that jumped ship, but enough to make me wonder what was going on? I did a calorie count on what I thought was about the right number of chips that attacked me, so I didn't really exceed my calorie count for the day by a substantial amount, but just knowing I ate them at all I find distressing.
I do feel sufficiently guilty today, so I will give an extra effort to my bike riding. I'll do two sessions instead of just one! That'll teach me. I'm also wondering if the "chip incident" had anything at all to do with the terrible cramps I had in my calf, foot and toes all night long? It was as tho' my leg was being pierced with some sharp object or another. Made for a very lousy night of sleep. Guess I'll Google all of this to see if I have any other underlying psychological problems I should address. I know Drs. love to have us all Googling all medical questions, so I'm gonna jump in and diagnose myself just like everyone else. Luckily, I do not tend to be a hypochondriac, so I probably won't adopt a phobia about any of my symptoms. I think I might just be a little nuts!! No cure for that, I'm told.
Today is a day that will be used to get myself back on track. A few chips ain't a gonna derail this train. I'm happy with my past couple of weeks, so a few badly behaved potato chips will not get me down. Notice how I was able to shift the blame to the potato chips? Yep, I deflect.