3FC Featherweights,
Sigh. I have been spot-on with my eating for two whole weeks. Then, tonight, my siblings were eating the last few bites of ice cream in the four containers in the freezer to clean things out before my brother gets back from the store. I asked for a bite of Kristen's, thinking all would be good.
Then I went and had some of my own.
I'm pretty sure there was only a cup or so left of the vanilla that I ate, so it only gained me 280 calories and 14 grams of fat, which I knew I had left to spend in my daily budget.
The problem is not that I ate it.
The problem is that I am beating myself up for a perfectly reasonable choice.
I think I'm frustrated because I saw 136 on the scale today, I do not remember ever seeing that except once since I began weighing myself junior year of high school.
Please remind me that treats are okay once every two or three weeks. That this is about health, not weight. That I'm not a bad person for giving in to eating a cup of ice cream.


