It started with the Doritos.

Last Friday, I had a lot of spare points to be used up at the end of the day. I'd already taken care of my milk, veggies and oil, so I thought maybe a treat would be nice. So I asked Hubby to pick me up a bag of Dill-icious Doritos on the way home. I figured that the bag would be, at most, 9 points, which I could easily handle.

Well, since I didn't specify, Hubby brought home the BIG BAG of Doritos (since that's what I always used to get, right?). Up until today, I have been very good, measuring out my 50 g of Doritos only after everything else has been accounted for. (In fact, on Monday, I had Doug hide them because I was a little concerned about the Eating Machine rearing its ugly head).

This afternoon, I looked in the bag and thought, "Hmmm ... there's only a few left." So, like a good little girl, I whipped out the scale and a bowl and poured the remainder of the chips in and was stunned to see 91 g. (It was because of the crumbs at the bottom that I didn't see when I looked in.) Well, do you think I got rid of the excess? Of course not. Somehow trying to get them back into the bag was not an option, and throwing them out was just wrong!

Somewhere between when I started pouring the Doritos, and when it hit the 91 g mark, the Eating Machine had crawled from its lair and, because I was somewhat oblivious, was now in full control. After I polished off the Doritos, the excessively salty-sour taste left me craving something else, and this time water just wasn't doing it -- I needed something sweet. Next on the agenda was ice cream! Fortunately I had the sense to only measure out and eat a half-cup, but still.

I journalled it all and have flexpoints to cover it. But I still feel like I've slipped. Must be extra-vigilant tomorrow and Friday. This cannot become a pattern.

At least the ice cream can count as milk.