The Problem With Cheating

Oh woah.  Hold up.

If you’re here to read about me cheating on my husband, well, you’re in the wrong place.  No, no.  I’d never do that and if Seth was the one that did that, then we’d be talking about how to get away with murder.  Not just what the “problem” with it is.  I’d go totally Dexter on his ass.  So no.  It’s not that.

The kind of cheating I’m talking about it way worse than that.

It’s cheating on my diet.

Not worse?  Well, maybe for you it isn’t.

But for me – every single time I cheat you can almost read it on my big red, pimply face.  Seriously, I’d just gotten the girls to stop calling me Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer before we left for Italy and then…  Well, since we left Italy I’ve read numerous reports on how there is a dramatic wheat and dairy shortage there now in the wake of us leaving.  A joke our friends (the Paton’s) made, but is totes true and maybe only just a little bit of fake news.

We ate all the things.  All of them.  For 10 days straight.

Don’t get me wrong.  It’s not like they don’t have real food there, but like when a pizza is 8Euro and a steak (without any sides) is 15Euro, you tend to eat more pizza.   Even if it ends up being burnt and served with watered down white wine.

Which is all well and good when you’re living your best, once in a lifetime life in Italy.

But I’ve been back in the real World for two weeks and I can’t stop eating all the things!!  I was good for 4 days and lost the bulk of my food baby, but after that I just couldn’t stop.  I mean I’m not eating pizza and pasta everyday but I keep sneaking in rusks or sweet treats.

I blame it on eating gelato every day and reigniting the sweet tooth I thought I’d buried.

Just this past Sunday I was squirrelling away in grocery cupboard when Seth came up behind me and asked me what I was doing.  Obviously he caught be opening a new packet of rusks that I’d bought and stuffing it right in my facehole.  He then proceeded to lecture me on getting my life back together.  He was joking.  But it did make me slap myself and wake me up into getting my act back together.

So I’m turning back to my own advice.  6 Ways To Stick To Your Lifestyle Change.

Honestly, I’m not looking forward to the headaches that are going to come back with removing sugar from my life, but I need to do it.  It’s crazy how it’s affected me.

I mean we ate crap for every single meal in Italy.  Well not crap.  Because it was amazing.  But literally three times a day we ate something made out of wheat or dairy because they don’t even do big bacon and egg breakfasts.  You have a donut for breakfast.  A sugary, usually cream/custard filled donut.  Paired with a caffe that you drink and eat standing at the bar.

What really blows my mind is that besides the fact that I basically stopped going to the loo.  (TMI?  Maybe.  But seriously, I’ll spare you the amount of days between poops – it was a lot).  And the fact that I had a food baby that resembled how I looked when I was like 4 months pregnant with Kyla, I felt great.  Not once did I feel the sugar affecting me.

But here at home I have a sore tummy, a weird taste in my mouth and these little sores on my tongue.

With all that you’d think I would have stopped ages ago.

Cravings are hard yo.

What’s the point of this post?  Well, I think it’s mainly to tell  myself that I’m really get back into this now, but also because when I read that whole 6 Ways to Stick To Your Lifestyle thing I rolled my eyes.  Isn’t it so easy to make it sound like it’s just this thing you switch on and off in your brain?

It’s so much harder than that.

But not impossible.

So here we go again!