day 18 of 84

Saturday, a day I rested from working out. So I rested. I napped (twice) and I feel like I am missing something. Who would have thought that working out six times a week for over two weeks would have left me wanting more, but I do. I guess I am starting to enjoy it. What a concept.
So the trial, excuse me, lesson for today was….”The Dinner Party”. I survived the family picnic. Which when I think about it was not that hard really. All I had to do was keep moving. Then no one really knows if I ate Aunt Sally’s potato salad or sampled Uncle Jim’s pasta bowl. Of course that was the same ruse used when I didn’t wanted to explain the thirds and forth’s I was eating. The family picnic did not really challenge me as much as I thought it would. But a dinner party in the home is an entirely different scenario. There is less space to roam and all that decadence is sitting right there calling, and tempting, and smelling soooo good. But I stuck to my decision. I did not even taste the chip and salsa. Nor did I rationalize that the spinach dip could be considered one of my veritable servings’ for the day. But the really hard part, the one temptation that I literally had to walk away, leave the room, shut the door on was the fresh bread that was just screaming to be dipped in olive oil. I made a choice. I did walk away. And yes, there was a very big sigh (actually several) as I slowly walk up the stairs. I stuck to my decision that I am shedding this weight once and for ever. Now I did have two bites (literally two bites) of cheese cake. If I am going to accept that there are things that I will not be able to eat, ever again, then there should be a few things I can still enjoy, just in moderation. Even if moderation is just a bite or two.