Yesterday was my last staff meeting at work. To celebrate the occasion, I bought cookies–lots and lots of cookies. I subsequently ate waaaay too many of the celebratory cookies. More than I had planned, which irks me. I’m normally a go-with-the-flow type person, but I’m still not comfortable with splurges that have an ‘out of bounds’ feeling to them.
But if there’s one thing I’ve learned over the past couple of years, it’s that an overindulgence one day does not mean eternal damnation ror all the days that follow, nor does it reflect upon my value to the planet. When your entire fitness plan rests on the concept of getting it right most of the time, a single day of indulgence still leaves me plenty of room to get it right.
What this overindulgence DOES mean is that I don’t get my weekend brownie. Bummer.