Yesterday, between my disappointment at the rejection letter, a day of being alone in the house with my dissertation, my semi-bare kitchen cupboards with no fruit or easy-to-grab veggies (I don't tend to snack on broccoli), and a card party that had all kinds of snacks that I don't allow in my house, I ended up eating (brace yourselves):
Out of 28 available. So yes, I almost doubled what I should have had. Yikes. I guess I had my Super Bowl Sunday a little later than everyone else.
I'm sort of bemused by this, but I'm not feeling inclined to beat myself up about it. I am sure I have done much worse on days where I wasn't committed to recording and counting up the damage. The weird thing is, when you count up what you had, sometimes it's not as bad as you think. I would have guessed it much higher, but I tried to err on the high side and still came up with 51. Again, guesstimating 50 calories per point, that's 2550. I stuck to the Usual Suspects: cookies, crackers, cheese, Frito Lay products. Fat, starch, salt, and sugar. What an unholy four-part harmony.
By the way, Lori and I were discussing this. What would the love child of Little Debbie and the Frito Bandito be? I came up with the lame-o answer of Baby Ruth but I know that you can do better than that.
So I'm going to my parents' house (bad food things happen there) today. But I refuse to have two 50+ points days in one week, so I'm going to try to keep it reasonable.