Losing sight of the wagon altogether

I seem to be in meltdown. Last night I got home and hubby said he wanted pizza. Rather than saying no, I’m going to cook, I said, yay, pizza, and lets have wedges, onion rings, and chicken wings too. And how about chocolate cake and ice cream for dessert? Making that my 3rd binge-style cheat meal in the four days so far this week.

I just don’t seem to be able to motivate myself to stick to Precision Nutrition guidelines. I suppose when I’m not bingeing, I’m PN compliant, for what it’s worth. But 3 times in 4 days I’ve lost complete control of myself and gorged until I had to come up for air. I’m starting to sink into the dangerous cycle of self recriminations, self loathing, and self destruction.

On the exercise front, I’m not exactly burning up the treadmill, but at least my Turbulence Training workouts are on schedule. I’m up to 2 hours and 40 minutes so far this week. Not great, but not horrendously slothful. I should still be able to make my PN-recommended 5 hours minimum.

Still, feeling pretty down and hopeless. I suppose, if I don’t think about the 16-week PN challenge, which is fading fast into the distance of probability, and think more in the long term, these are all just baby steps towards a better, fitter, healthier me, and at least I’m moving largely in the right direction.