Every morning I wake up and think about what my eating game plan is going to be (if I haven’t already decided the night before). Yesterday’s was easy: We did a baked potato bar for Ben’s graduation party on Sunday, so with an abundance of leftovers, I went with the potato diet.
This wouldn’t have worked if I hadn’t practiced it in the past. Ordinarily a houseful of party leftovers is a huge temptation. But I’ve been doing a one-day potato diet every couple of weeks or so for quite a while now. While more than one day of eating nothing but baked potatoes gets monotonous, as an occasional eating strategy it provides a nice break from tracking everything I put in my mouth. I like knowing I can eat as much as I want, guilt-free, as long as I stick to potatoes.
A lot of times I’ll allow myself up to a stick of butter for the day as well. It sounds way too decadent for a “diet,” but past research with the scale has proven otherwise. I’m almost always down a pound or two the following day (especially if I’ve been overdoing it lately).
Yesterday I skipped the butter and allowed myself guacamole and shredded lettuce as toppings. But of the six (fairly large) potatoes I had yesterday, four were consumed plain. They were pretty tasty all by themselves.
I didn’t hop on the scale this morning, but the important thing is that I managed to stay out of the party treats all day long.