Planned dinner: taco chili.
It was already in the fridge, in a pre-portioned container. I made the chili the other day and it’s delicious. I’d eaten it for several meals already.
Actual dinner: a whole order of cheesy garlic breadsticks, half a 15″ pepperoni pizza, and half a bottle of wine.
Maybe it was the news about another shooting. Maybe it was because I’m menstruating and my cravings were out of control.
Maybe it was just because I wanted to.
I don’t know. Here’s what I do know.
When I entered my food intake into MyFitnessPal and hit the “complete diary” button, the app showed that if I ate this way every day I would weigh an amount ten pounds greater than my current weight.
Ten pounds. If I ate that exact same way every day.
Ten pounds isn’t all that much.
And I don’t eat that way every day.
This was reassuring and encouraging.
It was one lovely day. I was about to write that it was “just one bad day” before remembering that it didn’t feel bad at all. It was delightful.
And I highly recommend the new Four Weddings and a Funeral on Hulu. It’s quite enjoyable.
It wasn’t at all a bad day.
It was, however, an unusual day. I started using MyFitnessPal 12 days ago and have met my goals every day until yesterday.
Not only have I met my goals, but I have enjoyed doing so and have been feeling really good.
I am motivated to continue on this path. And I see no reason to feel guilty or ashamed for enjoying the hell out of a delightfully cozy lazy Saturday night.
There is no sense in seeing it as any sort of failure. It was gloriously indulgent and I loved it.