Yesterday was a bad day diet-wise. I woke just not feeling it. I didn't feel like eating breakfast, so I didn't. And then when we stopped at the donut shop, there were no good choices there, so I had 2 small kolaches (sausage rolls)-about 250 calories each.
And then it was lunch time. We stopped at Jersey Mike's-a delicious sandwich shop. Here, I at least attempted to act like I was on a diet-I got unsweet tea, no chips, and I chose the sandwich with the fewest calories-turkey and provolone. But I got the large and loaded it up with toppings and oil and vinegar. By the time I was done, I had eaten 850 calories and 46 grams of fat. In one meal!
Since I had already gone over my 1200 calorie limit before I even ate dinner, and I knew I couldn't skip a meal (I would be incredibly cranky if I even attempted that), I just ate what I wanted again-a big helping of goulash, salad, bread, and a slice of spice cake.
But, instead of viewing the day as "the end", I am viewing it as one day. A day I failed to plan. A bump in the road. Today is a new day. A do over. A day to re-learn discipline. A day to get back right to where I was, and push forward. I am in this for the results-and one day will not finish me off. Here's to a new day!