Monday is my weigh in day. I like to keep track. Monday keeps me accountable for the food choices I make over the weekend. It's a little mind game...I know I'm playing it but hey, it works for me...most of the time.
But last night's St-Paddy's festivities tested my resolve. I easily maneuvered around the food table. Lots of potatoes and other high carb fare to skip, but I'm used to that. So I nibbled on some cheese and had a small serving of Guinness stew. BUT, I must confess to imbibing in liquid cheer...some nice white wine.
Historically speaking, such a small indiscretion would have resulted in me tossing in the towel. That "all or nothing" attitude that used to plague me. Don't get me wrong, I still have perfectionism tendencies that I'm working on. But the diet mistakes I make from time to time, well, those I've just learned to accept and I just move on.
I didn't want to miss the experience of having a great time at the party. Why have to white-knuckle it all night when I could choose to treat myself? And past experience has shown that if I deprive myself for too long, I will more than make up for "doing without" in some other way at some other time. Trust me on that one!
On a happy note, I am down another 3 pounds this morning! YESSS! I had a treat, I enjoyed myself and everything is as it should be.
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