It's not the end of the world, right? I mean, the sky didn't fall down, I didn't burst into flames. I lived to tell about it. Was is tasty? Sure. But was it worth it (and by "it" do I mean points)? No. It wasn't. About half a second after I swallowed, I was still hungry. You would think that an 8 point - yes, I said 8 points - donut would fill one up. It did not. All it really did was make me feel icky and wishing for a re-do. And still really hungry.
Here's the thing. At least for me. If I think about something and want it really bad, the only way it's going to go away is to have it. Hence the donut. I really wanted it, I had to have it, I was going to die if I didn't eat it. And now, it's done. Over. Let's move on.
It's okay to slip up every once in a while. As long as you picked yourself up, dust yourself off and start over. You can't just have the attitude of "oh, well, I ate a donut so I might as well eat another" or worse yet - give up and never get back on track.
I didn't weigh in this week. GASP! It's the first weigh in I have missed since I started my journey. I had a lot of anxiety over it. I have convinced myself that it's going to be okay. I will be going this Saturday, have no fear. And all will be right in the world. At least it will be in MY world!!