I made a pact with myself when I started dieting again.
No dieting on major holidays or family get-togethers.
In the past I obsessed.
I fretted over every tiny calorie.
Parties provoked anxiety.
I isolated because I feared judgment.
I was lonely because I isolated.
I have enjoyed this weekend thoroughly.
That includes every fat-laden, calorie-drowned bite.
I could feel guilty.
But that would be like smearing crap all over great memories.
I had fun!

Life is so much simpler when you allow yourself to let go once in awhile.

The difference for me between the past dieting and now is:
In the past, after a weekend like this I would flood myself with guilt.
I would then tell myself that I was stupid.
Fat.
Ugly.
Horrid.
I would then feel so sh**ty that I didn't care anymore.
I told myself that no matter what I did I would still be:
Fat.
Ugly.
Horrid.
So then I would quit trying.
The next day I would continue to eat whatever.
I would give up on weight loss.
I would just quit.

But today I choose to accept this weekend.
I'm okay with this weekend.
It wasn't even a bump in the road.
Not even a detour.
It was a vacation.
It was a decision I made ahead of time.
It was a chance to rest and relax.
And now it's over.
I still have work to do.
Tomorrow isn't another freebie day.
Tomorrow is a work day.
Tomorrow I choose to eat right.
I choose this because I want the weight loss.
I choose this because I deserve it.

I am not:
Fat.
Ugly.
Horrid.

I am:
Strong.
Confident.
Lovely.