Is it just me or does it seem like I am always in this place on a Monday evening? Looking out over my food trespasses with one remorseful eye looking backward and one nervous eye looking forward to the scale the next day, this is not going to be a good weigh week. I'm just going to own up to that now. I did fairly well at staying on points each day, but I had a lot of sweets over the course of the week that I think may set me back. My husband and I celebrated Valentine's Day last night (we were both busy on the actual day and decided to wait until we could make it more meaningful) and how better to celebrate our love than with food? (Okay, there are other ways, but this is a public page.)
So we shared a bottle of red wine, a loaf of french bread--I could not believe how good that tasted to my carb-hungry self--and a piece of cake. Talk about carb overload. Bliss. Sheer bliss. I should really be repenting and thinking about what I could have done otherwise, but I'm going to fess up here--except for that donut on Friday that wasn't really that good (it looked delicious, but really it just tasted like stale sugar and fat)--I'm wouldn't change a thing. I'm not going back on my pledge to lose weight or to maintain my focus, but once in a while, I'd like to have a romantic, fun dinner with my husband where I feel like a normal person enjoying everyday foods without cringing in guilt as I scribble it in my notebook. I'm not being food defiant, just practical. It's just how to has to be for me to do this for the long haul. I'm not looking forward to weigh day tomorrow, but I was pretty much in control all week and blew it big time once. I can accept that and move on. But dang, that french bread was SO darn good. Bliss.