Last night we were preparing to watch a season finale on netflix. I of course wanted to ring it in with pizza :) I found myself rationalizing that "it wouln't be THAT bad, not like it's going to kill me, it's just one day" then I remembered that I had told John (who is a trainer at my gym) that I would print out my sparkpeople nutrition tracker for him to review on monday and the thought of him reading "6 slices of pepperoni dominos pizza." Having someone hold me accountable really helped!
I went to bed last night, still wishing I'd ate pizza because it still sounded fabulous. To say that I felt like I'd beat the snack monster last night would be a lie. But this morning when I woke up I felt great about it! I am stil on track and that feels great! Oh, and I'm craving pizza :)