"Drive PAST the drive-through." - Bob, not-quite-as-scary trainer
Enemy territory. Found myself there tonight. On St George Island for photos with Robin and bribed daughters to be nice to each other with eating out, specifically calzones. Baaaad Mom. Even though I had steel-cut oats with blueberries and walnuts for breakfast before my cardio and an egg white quesadilla with mango salsa for lunch and packed string cheese and almonds for the road, I ended up eating a Chik-fil-A grilled chicken sandwich at the mall. This started my downslide. After the photo session I ate 1/2 of an individual spinach & artichoke pizza and 3-1/3 FRIED mac n cheese thingies. Then I couldn't stop. Finished off the container of cocoa almonds and topped it off with eating all the fudge frosting off a frozen cake. How could I go so wrong when I started off so well? I even took the time to pack turkey sandwiches, which I promptly bypassed while debating with myself standing in BJs. Guess I haven't gotten to the lesson on what to do if you backslide yet, but I am picking myself up, dusting myself off, and remembering how disgusted I felt when I was done.
Rule #513
On those Height-Weight charts, always go by your height with HIGH HEELS.
-Hallmark card sent by Jennifer
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