Sunday, January 27, 2013
Ok, so I admit it. I had pizza last night. Frozen, mediocre pizza. Loved every bite!!!
Yes, I know I *can* eat what I want. I'm on a journey where I learn healthier habits. And I know the occasional splurge is just fine; and even to be expected.
And I really enjoyed it.
So why do I feel bad about it?
Yes, ok, I know what the issue is. I'm afraid to step on the scale in the morning. I'm afraid the number will go up.
So was the eating the pizza worth the regret?
I'm not sure the answer is "no" because I don't see myself giving up pizza forever. But the scale is not mad at me this morning.