Count me in on the bad weekend. At my mother in law's both days with very unhealthy fare and NO control over what I could eat (she's very territorial about her kitchen and micro-manages everyone's food). But of course it's my fault, I have all the evidence to know that when I eat well, I like myself better, and am a kinder, more generous, less resentful more patient, tolerent, compassionate person. Why not be that?
It's a new week, and I've filled up the pages of my food record journal. Going to the store now for a new one.... Fresh notebook, fresh outlook, here I come! We all, ALWAYS have the right to step back onto the right path, even if we take a wrong exit once in a while.
Actually, despite the bad weekend, it's almost exciting, somthing to look forward to, getting back on track and treating ourselves well again, know what I mean?
