I have eaten 5 servings of Mint Milano Meltaways. Yes, you just read that correctly. 5 servings. That’s 10 cookies at 700 calories. 700. I am cookie monster. And on top of that I’ve eating multiple York Peppermint Patties (minis), a mini bag of peanut M&Ms and a hefty amount of gluten-free pretzels. And it’s all because my mom gave me an Easter basket. See, we don’t keep candy and cookies in our house. It’s too big of temptation for me. I love dessert…cookies, brownies, ice cream, you name it. Love it. And I cannot just eat one bite. Doesn’t work for me. I’m of the “all or nothing” philosophy when it comes to sweets. I wish I wasn’t. I wish I didn’t like it. But I do. Oh I do. And while I should be sitting here totally grossed out about all the cookies and crap I just ate I’m trying hard not to. Obviously this was way too much sugar and calories to consume. And I ate it when I wasn’t hungry. And I feel a little sick. And I’m going to be pissed at myself when I get on the scale tomorrow. But oh man those cookies were delicious. And I’ve worked out every day for the past who knows how many days so I think it’s ok to have an off day.
Could I eat like this every day? No way. But I think I’ve mentioned it before on here that life is one big balance beam and I’m just doing my best not to fall off. There are going to be days where you get out of control. Oh well. No use crying over spilled milkshake (bonus points for whoever can tell me what movie that was in). All I can do is make better choices tomorrow.
Besides the Easter basket, my mom also brought with her a fun day of shopping. We bummed around a variety of stores and I ended up with a couple of dresses for some upcoming weddings. We also hit up Home Depot and visited my aunt. My mom went to my cousins Catholic conversion mass and Chris and I hit up Journeys. Now she’s back and we’re chilling on the couch getting her caught up on Revenge (you MUST watch if you don’t already. It’s so good).
As for workouts…I ran 3.5 miles this morning with Chance. Same route we ran yesterday. Normally I wouldn’t be over the moon for running 7 miles in two days but this has not happened since Hood to Coast training last summer. I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to get back into running shape but at this point I’m cautiously optimistic that it’s going to happen. I mean, it’s just crazy to me to think that at the end of August last year I thought I was hanging up my running shoes for good. But it just goes to show the benefit you can get from Physical therapy. I didn’t get any pictures today but here is me and Chance’s photo sesh that happened after yesterday’s run. As you can see, he was not having it.
Signing off for the night to finish TV watching with my mom. Have a good night.
Life - Love, Whit 