I made good choices yesterday.
Not perfect ones. But good ones.
I had 2 Lindt white chocolate balls. Because they are the best things ever and sitting at work staring at me. But then I walked a mile and a half during my lunch break. This started out at penance for the chocolate balls, but turned out to be a really helpful pick me up in the middle of the day.
Then I was running errands and STARVING. I literally walked up to a donut shop that I saw while walking into another store. I must have looked like a crazy person deciding whether or not to go in. But I haven't had a donut since we moved from Minnesota. Why would I pick up that splurge again? Giving it up hasn't made an ounce of difference in my weight. But it's been emotionally healthy for me not to indulge and then kill myself at the gym all in the name of donuts.
Then we went to Grant's Christmas concert where there was cake afterward. Normally I would have a hard time focusing on anything else because I want cake!! I asked Bob if he wanted to split a piece (they were small pieces in all fairness). He left me more of the cake part because I'm not a frosting girl, and I took a bite deciding to consciously enjoy my few bites of cake. But it didn't taste good. I don't know if it's the cake or if it's because I'm a bit pickier about my indulgences these days but I gave the rest to Grant.
I felt really proud of myself. I wasn't perfect. But I made some solid choices that I felt good about. That's what it's all about right? Progress not perfection?