is no more.
I made a list (grocery list) and checked it twice then ended up being more naughty than nice. In other words, I ate enough butter yesterday to cover a pizza the size of a flying saucer. That is, if you butter pizza and if there are really flying saucers. Sigh. I wasn’t nice to my body. I’m all for free/sane meals especially on holidays but yesterday was insanity. Mayhem. Seriously. I ate the amount of food yesterday that I normally eat in 3 days. I was actually in pain. Pain, I tell you!
This is what happened. It was a holiday. Justification #1. Then I spent 5 hours cooking an amazing meal (If I may say so myself). Justification #2. I can (or could) still wear my thin jeans. Justification #3. I’ll give away all the left overs. (Didn’t happen.) Justification #4. New Year’s is coming and I need a weight loss resolution. Justification #5. A glass of wine…. who needs to justify anymore. It’s time to EAT! And eat. And eat.
It was good. Really good. But I’m not sure it was that good.
So you’d think I’d probably be at the gym first thing this morning? Wrong. The only exercise I got today was playing our new Rock Band game. Which by the way, I’m pretty HORRIBLE. But I did score 100% singing vocals on the Eye of the Tiger song. I sort of wish I hadn’t found out the actual words. They are cheesier than the amount of Brie I ate on Christmas Eve. Yikes!
Well now I have a choice. Spend the next week regretting the 4 pounds of butter I ate or forgive myself, move on, and try not to eat sweet potato casserole for breakfast. Mmmm? I think I’ll forgive myself but I’ll probably have a little bit of my pesto on an egg sandwich for breakfast. Just a little.
I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and are excited about the possibilities for your life in the year to come!