Fucking hell! Who knew a drink could be so crazy?!
It’s just a quick one today. I posted a link to an article in The Daily Mail – don’t shoot me, I read it for the fun reader comments! – about the fat and sugar in some of our favourite Christmas drinks from coffee shops.
It was eye-opening. I will share a few pictures with you…but the pictures aren’t really the point – and they might prove tempting:
When I posted the link it was purely from a, ‘Fuck me – this is shocking!’ angle. I wasn’t wanting to stop people drinking them. I am the first to say that if you really want to eat or drink something, then do it. To be honest, I really don’t care what you do or don’t put in your mouth…as long as you are happy, keep doing it. What I do care about though are those times when you eat or drink something without realising the damage it can do.
Some of these drinks contained the same amount of crap as two Mars Bars.
But, like I say, if you want to eat two Mars Bars then go ahead. If you want to drink what is basically a pudding in a coffee cup then go ahead. Own it, love it, enjoy it. YOLO as the kids say (you only live once…apparently…I learnt that the other day!)
I suppose the issue surrounds those times when you get on the scales and wonder why, after working hard and having healthy meals and exercising, that you haven’t shifted weight. Would you count a drink as syns? I know plenty of fellow losers who don’t. I also know plenty who find it easy to forget the syns that they drink. A drink can’t do that much harm, can it? Well some of them are 30 syns…600 calories. That’s a fair old bit of harm if you have already eaten your fill for the day.
What really made me smile was the comments on the post. Most, like me, were horrified. To think that you could grab a coffee and be consuming more calories than a meal is quite shocking. Because I know that I could drink one between breakfast and lunch, and then probably another one between lunch and dinner. I am not throwing stones and being all holier than thou…I could genuinely drink a couple of these a day without batting an eyelid and I would bloody love them. In fact, on my recent holiday I drank some very tasty hot chocolates with cream and marshmallows on…I am human!
The comments that made me wonder were the ones that went along the lines of, ‘Surely it’s okay if it’s a treat and not a daily or weekly purchase.’ Or, ‘Who bloomin’ cares lol! It’s Xmas and these aren’t out for long!’ And, ‘It’s worth it.’
Again, this might be the case for you, and if it is then you bloody well go for it, and enjoy! For me, I know that I have to stay in control…I have to stay focused and on track. A trip to Costa for something that sweet is likely to lead to more sweet food, which leads to a ‘Fuck it!’ moment, which leads to a binge, which leads to the return of my bad habits. I wish it wasn’t like that. But it is. I know myself, I know my triggers, and I know that I would feel a whole world of pain…for one fecking cup of what essentially boils down to fat and sugar.
For me, it’s not worth it.
For you, it might be well worth it.
The last comment I read was, ‘This is as depressing as it is useful!’ and that about sums it up for me! On that note, I am done.
Today was another one on track – with a weigh-in tomorrow morning only four days after my last one…I could do with a nice result to keep me focused. Breakfast was boiled eggs, spinach, and smoked salmon. Lunch was leftover meatballs with roasted veggies and rice and more spinach. Dinner was a soup I made but it tasted naff and looked disgusting so I couldn’t bear to take a picture!