The quest for happy imperfection…

Finally! A touch of success! And not on the scale either… though I imagine it will begin to show up there as well.

Victory #1: Mexican restaurant.

Tuesday night. Went out to dinner with one of my good friends to one of my favorite quasi Mexican restarants. Counted my chips (8), knowing I could only have 10-12 in the average serving. Ordered my fav dish (really, the only reason I go there) carne asada. Scoffed at the tortillas. Divided and conquered only half my plate. Yes, I indulged in some sour cream… but it’s just too good. Ordered a rum and diet instead of the margarita I really wanted. Came in UNDER calories for the day. Take that fat!

Victory #2:  Evil office meeting.

Had a meeting in our valley office.  Someone had brought in doughnuts. And cookies. Like, big as your head cookies. I sat there, for an hour, eating my cereal and smelling the sweet wafting odors of goodness. Didn’t eat a doughnut. The cookies.. mmm… I’ve had them before. Best damn cookies in the world. They were still warm. Grabbed one, wrapped it up, and took it home to DH. Only one tiny (like, an almond sized) nibble.  Accepted that the cookie would never love me, just use me and leave me like a cheap one night stand. I’m better than that. I committed myself to a nice nectarine instead.

So, woohoo! Back down to 188 after the madness that was St. Patty’s (between that and a totally calorie overboard weekend, had gotten back up to 190.5- ack!) DH’s best friend is coming into town this weekend. Everyone’s going to want to go out. Need to quit using the “this isn’t very often” excuse. No, it isn’t always very often, but still. I’ve consumed more alcohol in the last two weeks than the last 6 months, based on 3 “not very often” occasions.

But…. we’re getting there. Slowly, but surely, and I beat the Mexican restaurant!