It’s hard to be consistent. Lack of consistency has always been my downfall. Something comes up, perhaps we eat out and I go totally off track. I overeat or eat something I have no business having at all. Buffets are especially difficult to deal with.
Perhaps I go out of town, visiting family, or have just had a really long trying day. You name it. I’ve used it as an excuse.
And those excuses have kept me from making real progress. Yes, it really is okay to go off plan every once in a while. But it has to be ONCE in a while. Not FIVE times in a while. Or TEN times in a while.
Always, always, always moderation enters into the equation. The last week has been rough. The weekend saw our family hit by a stomach virus. I didn’t eat much at all this weekend. Often that serves as an excuse–when I’m feeling better–to go hog wild. Not this time.
We ate at a buffet Monday night. I filled up with a big salad. I stuck to grilled lean meat and steamed brocolli. I did have a dessert but it wasn’t an entire plate filled with every kind of desert like I would have in the past.
Tuesday I spent the day with my mother, while she had knee replacement surgery. I was up at 4am, had a healthy breakfast. I ate a salad with fajita chicken for lunch. When I got home, late yesterday evening I had some nachos but I didn’t go overboard. Moderation.
Today, I’m suffering with a horrible cold. I had a healthy breakfast, a turkey on whole wheat for lunch with yogurt for a snack. We had pizza tonight. Again, I had half of what I normally would eat.
The scale is beginning to move again. And I have hope that I can make it through the Thanksgiving holiday next week without going off track. Even if I do, as long as I watch my portion sizes and get right back on track, I know I will succeed.
“Fall seven times. Stand up eight.” Japanese proverb