I survived a catered meal. I was in charge of a retirement dinner for work and therefore, got to sneak a meal with the rest of the folk.
Chicken marsala, cheesecake and a whole sheet cake in the back. I had the salad with very little dressing and the chicken marsala, which I tried to scrape to remove the fried part.
I had a bite of the cheesecake and decided it was not worth my time. A great move on my part. And now I will be forced to stare at the left over sheet cake the rest of the day as all the other office women gobble it down. Bad move on my part—I ordered the cake—I should have gotten a half sheet.
Anyway. All day long I will remind myself that I can have the same exact cake for a hell of a lot less calories at home and that cake will not bring me down. I will be mean to the cake. It doesn’t deserve me.
I wish I had applied this same logic to Tday. We went to the hubs grandmother’s on Thursday and I did not hold back. I could have done better—and once I got a taste of her lasagna this year I really regretted my choices. Next time I splurge I hope it will be in a restaurant.
All in all, I didn’t fail horribly. I give myself a solid B. And…. When we got home and I weighed in, I had lost three more pounds, for a total of SIX down! Woo hoo. And that is with a few slip ups and with very little sacrifice. Life is good. I can’t wait to walk this week, accept the food challenge and weigh in again.
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