Day 7, Treat Day!!!

This week treat day hasn't been far from my mind. I have been harping on about it and now that it's here it seems to be a bit of a mixed bag of joy and sadness. Looking back on the week I see that I have consumed a lot of healthy-ish stuff, my veg intake has doubled and the eggs of Fenham have taken a beating. :) Now it's time to have that all important one day of gluttony.
This sounds easier than it actually turned out to be. Breakfast consisted of four slices of Best of Both bread with slightly salted butter and strawberry jam, half a bowl of red Alpen and a couple of cups of coffee. I was in sugar heaven. Until the sugar hit and then it wasn't very pleasant at all. Being almost sugar free for a whole 6 days means that when I had sugar it gave me an incredible buzz, but not in a good way. My heart thumped, my head rang and my hands shook! Not what I was expecting from my starch/sugar/junk food binge. It took ages to get over my morning sugar rush, and as my blood sugars levelled out the time swiftly approached lunch.

With slight dread I had round two of carb overload. The family had been swimming, which usually leaves one with an insane hunger, but I didn't feel hungry. In fact I felt pretty jittery still and in need of a bit of a lie down, but I had been dreaming of this day for DAYS now so I wasn't going to wimp out at the first hurdle. The diet says that you should use treat day to eat until you feel nauseous. On that I was already on my way to winning.
All week I had dreamt of my lunch being an all you can eat Chinese buffet. I had pictured myself at the counter, loading my plate up with little tasty morsels, then having two of every dessert on offer. It wasn't meant to be as Hubby wasn't willing to go down the buffet route. We headed home to some choice continental meats, sheep's cheese, Pringles and tiger bread. Another smallish high ensued.
I can see why people can become addicted to carbs. During tired slumps those sugary buzzes are great to get you through, but I can imagine still going for the buzz even when everything is hunky dory. And a high like that must take quite a toll on your body, making tiredness a certainty and creating a catch 22 situation. So treat day has been a bitter pill.
We went to KG's for a bit this afternoon. I was going to spend this time eating immense amounts of pasta, instead we headed over to the local cafe and had some pudding. Me and the 4 year old embarked on a raspberry and apple crumble. It was a majestic pud and well worth missing pasta-doom for.

For dinner I bought a huge Chinese takeaway meal. I bought it for the variety, not thinking about the size at all. The meal consisted of spare ribs in plum sauce, char sui in pineapple and ginger sauce with fried rice, house special chow mein and prawn crackers. When I got home I was pretty daunted by the idea of powering through this alone, so I was pretty happy when the rest of the family stepped up to the plate and helped out.
Now that the day is almost over I'm seeing it out with a cup of decaf tea and a huge pile of sweet mince pies and Marks and Spencer Belgian collection biscuits. I'm kind of glad that treat day is there for something to look forward to in a sea of steak and beans, but I'm also really happy that it only lasts 24 hours and I can go back to my clean eating and daydreaming about biscuits for another week.
Ha, so busy talking about the food from today I almost forgot to tell about how my body is doing. I have to say I haven't weighed myself yet, or taken measurements of my hips/waist/neck, but I do feel good. It shows in the lessened swell of my stomach, my jeans feeling a little loser, the breathlessness dissipating. I promise to get weighed tomorrow, to give some kind of indication as to how lardy I actually am. Promise.