So, I've been doing pretty well with the whole Eat Like a Grown-Up thing. Plus, I've really been making an effort to not eat after 8:00 pm. The deliciousness of nachos increases exponentially as the day goes on*, so if I don't eat them after 8:00 pm, I generally** don't eat them. I went shopping with a friend last week, and actually fit into a small. I'm thrilled when I fit into a medium, so a small makes me question if I was actually shopping in the maternity wear by mistake. (This has happened before at Target. I'd rather not talk about it.) But a small! Maybe my 8 year-old mind was right! Maybe I can accomplish anything! Maybe I'll be 130 by 30! And an astronaut! Okay, maybe not that last one, but still!
And then came the holiday weekend.
I actually gave myself a pep talk. Out loud. While looking in the mirror.*** I told myself I didn't need to overeat just because it was a holiday; there would be plenty of fruits and veggies that I could partake in, and feel all proud of myself afterwards.
Needless to say, my actual life choice did not leave me feeling all proud of myself.
So, here I am, afraid to step on the scale and acknowledge the damage I've done with the three**** Memorial Day picnics I attended. Am I the only 29-going-on-30 year-old who still hasn't learned moderation? Where did everybody else my age get it? Where was I? These aren't rhetorical questions--I really want answers.
*It's science, people.
**This excludes holidays, social occasions, outings, and days where I just need nachos, dammit.
***I apparently wanted to channel a cliche from every movie where a character is facing a dilemma.
****Yes, three. And I overate at every single one.
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