Morning Weight 179.8
Why is it that every time I get back into the 170’s, I eat out? Is it psychological? Am I setting myself up for failure? Today I ate out twice. Not once. Twice. My husband and I dropped our son off at afternoon kindergarten together then just “happened” to mosey on over to California Pizza Kitchen. Yes, we shared a salad and yes, I only ate one piece of Goat Cheese and Roasted Red Pepper Pizza, but I ate it. THEN when dinnertime came, and my husband was late coming home, and the kids were seriously on what could only be described as a major chocolate “high” (though they hadn’t had any chocolate…go figure), I “gave in” when my husband suggested Jack in the Box.
To my credit, I ordered a chicken sandwich. Of course it was on sourdough bread though. And I did skip the fries and had a diet soda. But still, it’s fast food, and fast food will not keep me in the 170’s.
Do you do this? Do you wait and wait to see a certain number on the scale only to blow it when you reach it? I may or may not be up tomorrow, weight wise. But regardless, I need to make better choices. Here I am in day 19 and I’m still at the same weight I was at on day 8. Not good. No excuses anymore—I need to get to work.
Today I walked by a shoe store and decided to go in. And lemme tell you, this plain-dressing mama loves high heels. Not that I wear them, mind you. I wear flip flops because they’re comfortable. But I dream of high heels, really high ones. Sometimes I even buy them. Sometimes I even put them on, but by the time we’re ready to leave the house my feet are already killing me so badly that I inevitably put on the cozy shoes instead. Still, today I saw them—red peek-a-boo toed heels. Bright red. “Bad” red. And I wanted them. Oh, how I wanted them. I tried them on. They fit perfectly.
Did I buy them? No. Why? Because I have nothing to wear with them. And because wearing a pair of bright red heels takes guts. You’re going to get looked at if you wear red heels. Even with a pair of jeans, they’ll stand out. So you’d better be feeling pretty good when you slip them on.
I bought ruby red nail polish instead. Anyone can pull of ruby red nail polish. Besides, it’s a step in the right direction–isn’t it?
Still, I might go back and buy them. Hey, a girl’s gotta have a dream, right?
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