Letting myself off the hook...

It's the most busy week known to me at work in the history of the work year.

I'm a stress eater. Normally, I'd visit all the meeting rooms, and pick up all the leftover cookies, bagels, candies, and juices and bring them to my department, and stash some at my desk, and have like...five cookies in a row. And like a snickers. And a bagel for good measure. And some cokes. And then I'd feel like vomiting afterwards.

Today, I had 5 mini reese cups. I felt like total shit, because a couple of times I've had carbs, but never sugar. Sugar is my nemesis!

I couldn't do my usual 6 miles, because I was putting fires out, and only got 3 miles after work, followed by my hour bootcamp class. (which was so hard, my KNEES were sweating!)

And by the end of the day, I let myself off the hook. Because the 200 calories I consumed in those reese cups pales in comparison to my usual stress binge, and I still did my workouts. I still won. I still didn't give in to my usual urges to over do it.

So...I went home, took off my sweat soaked clothes, and enjoyed my scalding hot spa bath.

Then, I poured myself a glass of sangria, cut in half with seltzer water, and decided that slip ups don't mean I am a failure. I am human. I make mistakes just like anyone else. The difference is, I didn't say my usual "well I might as well eat bad all day because I blew it" and I still stuck to my snacks, and regular calorie meals, and didn't try to "make up for it" by not having dinner.

To me, it was a victory.

I'm smiling inside. And that's all this girl needs!