Monday, June 13, 2011
So I went home this weekend for alumni weekend and, as predicted, had a bit of a falling down food-wise. There was the cheesecake fiasco at the ice breaker dance Friday night, and then the brie fiasco of Class of '71 Reunion. Good thing I had light lunches both nights! Despite those wee errors in judgment though, I'm still feeling pretty good!
Yesterday I managed to ignore the siren songs on Nutella, peanut butter, candy and ice cream calling from my sister's kitchen. I typically end up raiding her pantry/fridge in the night, since she has all of these delicious things I never keep in my house. I stayed strong though! I also took one of my nephews to the movies and got him nachos and didn't even eat ONE! Not even after he got tired of eating them halfway through. For me, the first bite is the end. It's all downhill from there.
Today, on my way back home, I started thinking about the froyo place on the train. I did very well last week and only went out for something sweet one time, and I want to keep it up! So I weighed my options: have froyo today when I wasn't even really hungry or seriously craving it, or wait to have it later this week on a beautiful day when I can enjoy it in the sunshine. I chose sunshine! Then I had to go grocery shopping. I had an apple before I left so I wasn't hungry as I shopped, but that didn't stop me from lingering by the cheese and ice cream. I tried to convince myself I could have a single serving of either and not house the four (or five, in the case of the cheese) servings in each package. I came to my senses and walked away.
I know I can do this.