My husband is a meat master (aka grill master). Everything he cooks is like heaven on earth. This weekend he grilled a top sirloin roast that was to die for. I truly could not stop eating it. It was like crack. Seriously, it was that good. I knew how much I should've eaten (I weighed it). But I. Could. Not. Stop. Plus we had friends over, and I took on an "oh well" attitude (living in the moment). I'm not proud of myself for getting a little (or a lot?) out of control.
Today I had a great outing with my girls. A winery, a brewery, and a BBQ joint (all with serious eating incident potentials). I packed a picnic of WW friendly snack foods (and pre-tracked them) so that I could enjoy some wine. It was such a great day and I tried so hard to not be so obsessed by what I was eating and drinking so I could just enjoy the day. The problem with that is once I take on that attitude (much like last night's oh well attitude), I tend to slip - a lot. And I just can't afford to slip backwards.
It's almost like I have Bad Sheri on one shoulder saying "oh go ahead - eat it. You've done great so far - you deserve it" and then Skinnier Sheri on the other shoulder reminding me that I HAVE done great so far and how much better I feel and how much healthier I am. There's a tug-o-war going on inside my brain that I sometimes can't turn off.
Tonight I was lacking half of my steps (half!!!). Hubby suggested I just relax since I had a long day. I was going to take a walk but it was like Africa hot. So, instead I put on my exercise clothes and got on the elliptical for 45 minutes. Now, I feel a bit better and the slippery slope I was on has been righted.
And tomorrow is another day.