Is it's so wrong that I like food? I love cooking, baking, creating and eating. I love going out to eat and trying new things and new places. Why do these loves have to reflect on my waistline? Why can't I be one of those people who can have whatever they want and never gain an ounce? Eh, I'm not so instead I have to shhh.... diet
Honestly though, it hasn't been too bad. I kind of get lost sometimes for lunch. I mean really, how many salads can you eat? I like salad and all, I just get bored with them after while.
The truth is, I'm excited about this diet. I feel good about it. I don't feel like I'm putting too much pressure on myself. But I did make one very drastic error that took the wind out of my sails for several days. I was staying at my brother's for a few days while he and my sis in law were out of town, taking care of the dogs and the house. The diet was just fine. But without thinking I stepped on the scale in their bathroom. I fell into an immediate funk because their scale was about 3 lbs heavier than mine, so it showed me at a rather substantial gain while I've been killing myself to eat healthy. I just wanted to cry.
It took several people talking me off the ledge and my own eventual realization that everyone has their own way of cheating, er, dieting. And just because their scale read a certain way didn't make it so. But when I came home I was too afraid to get on the scale so I waited a few days. By then I was down and felt much better about it. Lesson learned. My scale, and my scale only!
I've been a little bad this weekend, it being a holiday weekend and all with cook outs and people visiting and all that stuff. But hey, you have to cheat once in awhile. I firmly believe that if you deprive yourself too much, you will only crave those things more and then you're in real trouble. So I refuse to beat myself up over a little blip. As Scarlett so famously said, "after all, tomorrow is another day!"
I leave today with the biggest words of wisdom I have ever read...