OK, OK, I’ll admit from the start that I slacked last week on getting a blog out. I think that last week I slacked in general with everything. The weather has made it extremely hard to go running in, and I’m getting way to used to the open path and fresh air to resort to buying a month pass to the local gym. I was tired and hit a few walls to boot. It’s just all been blah.
I suppose you can say I had my “bad” week. I had a few curve balls thrown at me, and I tried to get through them the best I could, but I ultimately screwed up. I guess it all started early last week when I went to dinner with one of my best friends. We haven’t seen each other in a few weeks, and I’m really trying to see her as much as I can since she is pregnant and I don’t want to miss a thing! She knows I’m watching what I eat, so she was pretty flexible on where we went (thank you Dee for not agreeing on Skyline).
That’s something I wanted to talk about real fast. Not to get off topic, but I just gotta say it. I don’t like to refer to where I am at as dieting anymore. Yeah, I’ve lost a great deal of weight, but in reality, I’m just doing what we are all supposed to be doing. Do I ponder over the scale still? Yes, every morning before jumping in the shower. Do I still fight the urge to pick up LaRosa’s on a Friday night? Yes, especially when I don’t feel like cooking. But the difference is I don’t feel as much that it’s a duty as it is what I’m naturally supposed to do. So from here on out, it’s weight loss and eating right—I’m not on a “diet”.
Anways, so we agree on Arby’s, home of the Beef ‘N Cheddar. At this point I was wanting some REAL fast food. Before that night, I had Cracker Barrel once and another nice sit down place, but no fast food. Oh my goodness, the thought of a curly fry spiraling out of the box was sheer pleasure. Yep, that’s right, I got curly fries. I knew I was being bad on those, so I went with a more sensible wrap. Not so sensible apparently—read on to see why.
So after the Arby’s dinner, we hit up our second home—The Lil’ Goodie Shoppe. I think last summer we went there about 2 times a week, sometimes more. Nothing says summer and friendship like sitting on a bench gossiping over a quickly melting dipped twisty cone. I was prepared for this leg of the night. I knew I should avoid the cone, and stick with the small size. Check, and check. Double check on getting the sugar-free soft serve, which I am thrilled to say my taste-buds were happy about because it actually tasted freakin’ fantastic!
Now for the screw up part. I went online to find the nutritional facts for my wrap. To what my eyes dismayed when I seen that the Arby’s Melt has half the fat as my supposive “healthy choice” wrap. DOH!!!! I could have had the REAL DEAL, the tasty bun, the smooth cheddar cheese, and the thinly sliced pile of roasted beef instead of the wrap??!! Oh, the pain! Oh, the agony! Oh, the disappointment!
Don’t get me wrong, the curly fries were the bomb, and wrap was tasty too, but this goes to show how some things just aren’t what they seem. So what did I do about it? Nothing. I FORGAVE myself. I didn’t kick myself for the curly fries, and I let the wrap mistake go. I have done so good, and it’s not like I have made the fast food trips routine. Did I feel a little guilty, yes, a smidge, but I’m over it. And as the wonderful ladies at our photo shoot pointed out, I was going to eat fast food at some point, and I got the guilty pleasure out of the way. Girls, I salute you for saying, “forget about it!” Too often do we beat ourselves up for slipping and jumping off the bandwagon altogether.
So this week is fresh. Hopefully I’ll some good sleep, the weather is supposed to pick up a bit, and I think I’m going to kick my running mileage up a notch. But there is still a small, sugar-free, cup of soft-serve with my name on it though, and of course some gossip on the bench with a good friend.