Yesterday was a naughty day, and I learned my lesson.
I threw caution to the wind (read: my stomach was eating me alive) and went to Hardee’s, not caring one tiny bit about what was going to happen. I got a six dollar burger (it’s not really six bucks.) and curly fries. I snarfed it down like a dog with peanut butter on his nose, and proceeded to wonder about what I had just done.
hah! I waddled over to my Calorieking diet diary and added them to my day. Ouch.
One Six Dollar Burger? 1060 calories. 40g protein. 72g fat. 60g carbs. 3g fiber.
Medium curly fries? 342 calories. 4g protein. 16g fat. 42g carbs. 3g fiber.
Total? 1402 cal, 44g protein, 88g fat, 102g carbs, 6g fiber.
Well that was hardly worth it. I exceeded the ENTIRE day in ONE MEAL. In fact, that fat? Nearly FOUR DAYS worth. OMG. That was bad.
Purely out of curiousity, I got on the scale this morning. I’m not officially checking in until Saturday, so I still have a couple of days to redeem myself, thank God. The scale agreed with me when it screamed NO MORE HARDEE’S. No more.
That was not even worth it. That discouragement, that in-my-face “you shoulda known better, dummy” feeling.