Your meal arrives and you eat to the point of satisfaction and pack up the rest in a doggy box. Your husband slips the credit card into the bill book, and suggests Dairy Queen for dessert.
“Sure,” you tell him, “That sounds fun.”
The Saturday described above is one I, myself experienced. Sunday morning I woke up feeling disappointed in myself and a little bloated. Did I say, “To hell with it all; the weekend’s a wash,” and plop down to watch Meet the Press with a couple cinnamon rolls slathered in butter—with a hot chocolate topper?
I thought to myself, “Going to DQ last night was stupid, but today is a new day.” I didn’t dwell on it any more than that. Then I went upstairs and sweated to the toughest fitness video I own.
The moral of the story is – Don’t let one night of gluttony, one weekend of debauchery, a vacation of unwholesome habits, consume your thoughts and defeat you. Reinstate your healthy lifestyle ASAP. All is not lost.