I’ve never particularly liked Valentine’s Day, and I’m fairly sure I’ve never had a good one. Today my dad brought my two different things of chocolate! How sweet. I love my dad. He’s pretty much perfect. I almost cried when I had to tell him I was low carbing again.
I wouldn’t have told him at all if I’d had the choice, but I had literally just emailed him back about my birthday and told him I didn’t want cake since I’m low carbing. So, he would have gone home, checked his email, and seen that I can’t eat the awesome chocolates he went out of his way to buy me. UGH.
If any of you find yourselves in a similar situation, I’d love to know what you did. When I low carbed before I didn’t have anything bother me this much! Generally people were annoyed at my low carbing and would leave donuts, bagels, and bread on my desk at work (I’m not kidding when I say my work is toxic), but that didn’t bother me at all.
How ridiculous is it to want to pity-eat all the chocolate just so my dad didn’t feel bad? It’s urges like that that reinforce my resolve to make this a lifetime change. I clearly do not have a healthy relationship with food. I’m certainly not saying I’ll never have sugar again. But I’ll do what Dr. Atkins says to do and get back up on the horse right away.
Happy Valentine’s Day!