One side effect of the constant traveling thing is that when he is here it's like a celebration. Yeah, Daddy's home! Or in my case, Yeah, my lazy, fat butt gets to lay in bed while someone else takes the trash out!
The celebrations also include food. There's some eating out. Not that eating out has to be unhealthy or include inhaling everything I see. But for me, it seems to lend itself to eating more than I should. The portions are big, I'm not great at finding the best healthy choice on the menu that fits my picky eater requirements and I'm pretty much incapable of eating in a Mexican restaurant and not having chips and salsa. Once a week is a fun treat. Several days a week is a dent in your plan to shrink the size of your butt.
There's also a lot of crappy food entering my house. My rule of thumb is that I can't inhale it if it's not currently in my house. If I want a treat, I buy it in snack size not family size. Family size is evil unless it's toilet paper. Or eggos. Because my kids eat lots of eggos and I'm tired of having to break down all the boxes. But I digress.
|Heaven help me, Cadbury mini eggs are tasty. And that's a large bag that found its way into our house. Which someone then dumped on paper plate and set out like hor dourves. WTH.|
On top of all the celebrating, the weekend I ran my half marathon, I somehow translated carb loading the night before the race into Whatever I Want Weekend. My eating got slightly off track.
It would be an easy slippery slope to fall right back into old habits. I could feel that possibility looming in the air.
But I put the brakes on and got right back to being healthy.
I'm super proud that I didn't let old habits slide in. I count it as a definite non scale victory.
Although, I'd be okay if the scale decided to let me have a victory, too. Just sayin'.
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