Last night my husband and I wanted to see people and get out of the house, so we organized a last-minute impromptu dinner with friends at a restaurant we like. I knew I’d be taking a hit, I knew I’d probably bounce up a couple-three-four pounds on the scale today for my extravagances, but I was willing to take the short-term gain – it was a worthwhile trade for me for an evening of enjoyment, and I had a mitigation plan before I left the house.
Enjoy myself I did, too. I had 2 fruity cocktails to start, I had several pieces of bread from the breadbasket, a glass of prosecco. I ordered blackened fish for my dinner which was a good choice, and no dessert, but I still expected Repercussions this morning, and planned to go for a run as part of my mitigation effort.
Down 2.5 pounds this morning to a new low. My body is trolling me. This is my body trying to trick me into thinking I can do this anytime. I won’t let it fool me. I’m still going for a run this morning. Time to go lace up my shoes.