Monday begins my "rein it back in" part of the week, and a milkshake, or any dessert, is not on my menu. And it's not because of the old standby of starting a diet on Monday; it's just that after our long run on Saturday, I do treat myself afterward, and I eat pretty much whatever I want, even on Sunday. So on Monday, if I don't consciously put the brakes on that kind of eating, it would spiral out into the entire week pretty quickly.
Tuesday through Thursday are hold steady days; Friday brings a bit more protein and carbs so I can fuel up for my long run on Saturday, and of course, the weekend is all about making my stomach and my brain happy after torturing my legs. It might sound a bit weird, but it works for me quite well.
I've been in maintenance mode for several years now, and while I'm pretty good at being on autopilot with food choices when I'm by myself, I sometimes forget who I am and where I've come from when I'm out with friends, and order/eat like they do. But I had two instances last week where I ordered my usual, except that normally I'd split the meals with Jeff (but he wasn't there). In the first instance, I asked for my burger to be cut in half and got a to go container when I placed my order, so when the burger came, I immediately put half aside. I didn't think about the fact that I'd been given twice the amount of fries I normally eat, and was just eating and chatting with my friends, when I realized I was done...and guess what? There were a lot of fries remaining in my basket! I still ended up eating what I normally would have and stopped without becoming a member of the clean plate club. Go me!
The next day, after our race, I ordered the usual at Blue Baker:
Cinnamon bun was in place of the cinnamon twist - boo on me for getting there too late to snag one!
I ate one of the bagel halves and a piece of bacon, along with the chocolate milk, Nuun drink, and coffee. Took the rest home for later, and that's when I realized that I ate what I normally would have, had Jeff been there to split it with me (well, minus the cinnamon twist/bun - there's only so much I can eat right after a long run).
Later in the day, I had the other half of the burger, and half of the cinnamon bun. And even though I was not having the greatest weekend, I was pretty happy when I realized that my eating habits were so ingrained that I ate my usual amount of food without even thinking about it. I guess repetition does eventually breed success!