There's no such thing as "calories that don't count"

I've been meaning to be more prudent about my food choices lately, but I just haven't had the time or the resources. I really miss the states where there's always (relatively) fresh and unprocessed foods available. Here I feel like bocadillos (lunchmeat, or in my case cheese or egg on a baguette) are going to come out my ears, but they're just about the only thing I can find to eat. And given the choice, I really WOULD eat healthy, only there are only so many variations on stir fry and I'm sick of them all. But I've been thinking about how I really need to suck it up and go on a diet. Diets are dangerous for me, so I avoid the word. From here on out we'll say "eat better" and everyone will understand that it's a code word for... *sssssh* diet. So today, fully mindful of my resolution and after a stack up to *here* of french toast for breakfast (that left me feeling woozy an hour later from the sugar crash), and pizza for lunch I went to the supermarket. I got all kinds of healthy things: spinich, high fiber cereal, nuts, legumes, soy yogurt... all the usual things on my list. Only there were these giant chocolate animals sitting around, see? Because it's almost Easter, you know? And they looked so good that I couldn't get chocolate off my mind. I don't even like chocolate. But when I was walking to the checkout line a whole BAG of little chocolate eggs FLEW into my basket. No idea how they got there, nor do I know how they wound up in my mouth before I'd even left the supermarket, but there they were. Then we rented a movie (the last available copy of Pan's Labyrinth, YES!) and I had POPCORN for dinner. Really, in general I do eat healthy, and today was a bad example, but the point is that all this stuff finds its way into my diet way too often. See? You just caught me saying I eat healthy. My problem is that I don't really consider this stuff part of my diet because it just kind of sneaks up on me, and after I've eatten the junk food and destroyed the evidence, I don't let myself think about it again. If I pay too much attention to the food I eat, counting calories, etc. then I get obsessive and it's a bad scene. Once I didn't eat for 2 days and wound up eating a whole box of Frosted Flakes in one sitting. But if I don't pay attention and don't obsess about food I might find myself eatting too big a lunch on Monday, a candy bar on Tuesday, fries on Wednesday, pizza on Thursday, restaurant food on Friday, and whatever I feel like on Saturday. It doesn't count if you weren't planning to eat it beforehand though, right? Well, that's what I always thought, but maybe that's why those six pack abs STILL haven't appeared after all these years...