
So I was going along, minding my own business and grazing on a bowl of leaf greens when my DH asks what’s for dinner. I tell him I’ll need to check my notes. And then he says, “Can we PLEAZZZZE have some spaghetti?” I look into those poor weepy eyes and know I’m doomed. Little did he know I was actually thinking of a big juicy hamburger. It was either that or eat my shoe because I was feeling a bit hungry myself.
I can always tell when my body is starting to get used to a certain weight and ready to drop more weight because I do start to feel a bit hungry. Now, I did a very bad thing though. I gave in. I made spaghetti and I didn’t serve myself a palm-size serving either.
I took one bite which I thoroughly enjoyed when the phone rang. It was our accountant needing to talk to me about our taxes. When he asked if I had time—that he had several questions, I thought of my spaghetti and wanted to cry.
By the time I hung up the phone, I was starved and ate it without thought or care. That night, I decided to skip the snack and the next day I got back on the diet saddle and got back on the road to thinville.
Yesterday, I weighed in at 239. I’d lost 14 pounds in three weeks in spite of my little detour.
So see? This makes the point I tried to share a few days ago. It’s okay to indulge once in a while as long as you satisfy your craving and then move on.