woke up today before the alarm went off feeling great!
I had no feelings of guilt for “sleepeating” last night.
(Sleepeating is that thing you do in the dark – you usually stub a toe or step on the cat on the way to a stealthy meal. Calories don’t count if everything is done in the dark and if you don’t yell out when toe is stubbed. Oh yeah, the big part – no one can see you. If you yell, turn on a light or if someone busts you, the calories count)
This is what I would tell myself in the middle of the night.
I was jali-san, Ninja Eater (imagine that gong sound, you know what I mean ).
I use to try to eat a balanced dinner and I’d go to bed feeling pretty good about myself.
Almost every night though, I’d sleepeat. While I was enjoying the illicit snack, I talked myself into believing my Ninja fairy tale, but in the morning I felt pitiful.
Logging in my meals and snacks has cancelled out the whole fairy tale deal. I love it here!