I've been bad.
My mom's birthday was this past weekend and I flew down to Miami to celebrate with her.
(Me and my mom in Cinque Terre a few years ago)
When I arrived, we had hot cocoa night (this is when my family and a few select friends get together and we have hot cocoa together. It includes Cuban bread being dipped into the hot cocoa), which would not be so bad if we had not included two birthday cakes for my mom. Shame.
The next morning Mom and I went to Starbucks and shared a banana chocolate low fat muffin thing and then went to Five Guys for lunch with my friend Laura and her daughter Abby. The day ended with us going to a Mexican restaurant with Laura's family (three appetizers, two desserts).
The next day was breakfast at The Original House of Pancakes with my mom and my stepdad, lunch at The Cheesecake Factory, and dinner consisted of leftovers from lunch. Let's not forget that I had baked during the day and made cheesecake brownies and my famous Turducken cupcakes.
Sunday was calm, normal breakfast, normal lunch and then dinner at my aunt's house, Chinese Fried Rice and egg rolls. And the brownies and cupcakes I made the day before.
In all, very bad.
You may be asking yourself why I confessing this all to you (I am asking myself the same question)...
I need to remind myself that I am not perfect (duh). There will be times that I slip up and there will be times when I will eat my feelings (both good and bad). And that's okay because I am human. This whole healthy living deal has to allow for this because if it doesn't, I am doomed to failure. All I can do is try.
The weeks and months that I eat really really well will be celebrated with manicures and haircuts and new clothes. But I cannot beat myself up for having a weekend of indulgence (although it will be extra painful when I tell my personal trainer).
Moral of the story: do as I say, not as I do (but if you do do as I do, don't beat yourself up).