Also known as going overboard.
You can tell I was bad about my goals this week because I went MIA. Food-wise I’ve been snacking WAY too much. Exercise-wise? Well. Nothing.
The Super Bowl was bad news bears. I decided to make homemade soft pretzels because I found this awesome recipe. The bad news? It meant that I had too many soft pretzel bites around my apartment for my own good. Carbs abound. And don’t get me started on the tortilla chips.
Today two of my friends from HS and I decided to take advantage of the last few days of Restaurant Week by going out for an awesome lunch. I wasn’t going to pass out the chance to hang out with my friends who I don’t get to see very often and I certainly wasn’t going to pass up a $25 meal at a really nice restaurant that would have normally cost far more than that, so I went.
The menu is prix fixe, which is great, but it also meant that I went overboard on the eating front. Well, OK, it was mostly on the dessert part. But considering all of the poor choices I’d made earlier in the week I was certainly not enjoying my splurge day. The scale agrees.
But you know what? Sometimes you just have to splurge. I shouldn’t have been getting a $25+ lunch and I certainly shouldn’t have been getting a slice of chocolate espresso cake, but sometimes you just need to let go.
So I did.
But I felt guilty. So guilty.
I’m not a runner by any means. In fact, I hate running. It’s just not fun at all. But today? My guilt got to me and I threw on my running shoes for the first time in months and went out for a “run.” By “run” I mean a brisk walk with the occasional sprint for good measure, but in my mind it’s the thought that counts. I actually went out and purposefully attempted to exercise. That’s more than I’ve done in the past.
Baby steps.
And chocolate cake.









