Sunday, May 07, 2017
I would consider yesterday a success. I planned the meals I would eat and ate only those. I resisted the unhealthy snacks at work. This morning, I woke up feeling good, and even excited to hop on the scale. But, I'd made no progress. In fact, I saw a slight increase. What was happening, I thought. I even tried to convince myself that I deserved a break, since the scale wasn't moving. That just doesn't make sense. I am thinking that it might be best to weigh myself weekly, instead of daily. Perhaps, I am too reliant on the number on the scale.
This afternoon, I attended an alumni event today at my school. The event included the opportunity to meet professionals in my field over lunch. Admittedly, I over-indulged and I did not make the best choices. Afterward, I went out for drinks with some of the alum, and continued to drink throughout the event. I do not make a habit of heavy drinking, but I realize drinking does not allow me to make the best choices.
So, here I am. I'm not disappointed in myself. I am accepting that sometimes I will make poor choices, but I will still succeed.