The quest for happy imperfection…

So, yesterday was good. I was within calories, and enjoyed it. Tooke lucy out for an hour hike, and enjoyed it. I seem to have finally convinced myself that “cheating” is really only cheating myself. I guess I’m too much of a “Don’t walk on the grass? I’ll show them!” rebel that the idea of cheating or doing something I’m not supposed to is irresistable. And no, it won’t be “just this once,” I don’t “need” it, it’s not really that good, and yes, it is a big deal if I eat it.

So yesterday, had breakfast at the hospital cafe, scrambled eggs and tater tots. Somehow managed to walk away from the breakfast cobbler- fresh buttermilk biscuits with this deliciously decadent peach topping. Sometimes I wish our hospital food tasted like hospital food. But, I walked away from that and the cinnamon rolls I was bringing back to my coworker.

For lunch I went back to the cafe and got the chicken fajitas and a tittle lemon tart thing. Passed on the tortillas. That was a hard struggle. They even gave them to me and I had to throw them away. But really, they’re just a delivery method, and, despite what my evil stomach tried to tell me, they weren’t even good tortillas.

Dinner I cooked up some zucchini and squash, made a nice salad, and a homemade pizza. Okay, home assembled pizza. I bought the dough at Trader Joes and used some yummy pizza sauce, some skim mozzarella, a little bit of pepperoni, some mushrooms, and just a tiny touch of pancetta. Wanted a beer, but, knew it would put me over calories for the day. Eh, it’ll still be there later.

Squeezed in an hour hike with Lucy before dinner with a coworker, I’m finding that it’s easier and easier for me everytime. I mean, granted, it’s not huge or hard hike, but I’m doing it atleats once a week now. Which is pretty awesome.