God Me too Wynken.
I started off the day running a bit late, so had only 3 spoons of my bowl of poridge. I made soup last night so that was ready to take to work and packed fruit and yogurt so was feeling virtuous. And I packed 2 slices of M&S high bran bread (small 400g loaf) with 2 laughing cow light instead of butter.
Then someone at work brought in this delicious chocolat slice, had to have one, and someone else brought in a big tin of Foxes biscuits so I had two. So well into the syns.
Have just eaten 2 fried egges with 2 quorn sausages and mushrooms, followed by a small bowl of the soup again. (The was nearly superfree, 1 small potato in whole pot)
None of that sounds awful, but I am currently fighting the urge to nip out to the little Tescos and get a thick white loaf to have with inch thick butter.
I feel quite deflated, especially since the jeans hunt didnt go so well, and even though I am down another 1 and a half pounds, I have to do this for another year to get to "normal" again.
Combine that with SB not contacting me since the last "lets be friends" text and I feel really low. Not that I actually want to contact him or have anything to do with him, you understand, I just want him to be pining for me.
The flat feels very empty on my own, and the urge to stuff my face is strong.
Bear in mind that I have lived on my own for a long time, and was single for 3 years before SB, so am normally fond of my own company.
I know Lulu is right about overall eating plan being much healthier than before, but its hard to deal with emotional eating.