Thursday, March 24, 2011
Every other month, I go out for margaritas and mexican food with DH and a bunch of really funny, smart women. We're scheduled to go tonight. I would not give up this ritual for the world - it's way too good for my emotional well-being. This is the first gathering since my SP journey began two months ago, and I thought I'd be nervous about the chips and salsa, margaritas and refried beans I'm about to face. Will I let one margarita derail my efforts?
So, this morning, I'm analyzing and planning my day and I realize that I'm feeling neither nervous or guilty at the prospect of having a margarita or more chips than I'm allowed.
I know that tomorrow, I'll be tracking my food and working out...again.
This lack of guilt and anxiety is so freeing! Guilt is such an amazingly pointless energy-vampire! I don't know why this change is happening for me now, and not sooner in my life, but I'm enjoying each and every tiny victory!