Today, I also did really well. As long as you conveniently forget to count the ** (I am not even going to admit to the actual number here) Lindor Truffle balls I ate today. See, I fooled myself into thinking that I would have just "2 a day" as the treat part of my new plan. However, there are stressful moments, everybody needs me for something, I am perpetually tired and there are these feisty hormones that Aunt Flo always packs in her carry on bag when she visits, once a month. She arrived yesterday. Bee-atch.
The oddest (and best) thing about it is that I am not beating myself up about it, at all. "Whatever," seems to be my central sentiment. I am content to let this one go - sans guilt. Tomorrow is a new day, a boot camp workout awaits me at 7am, and all of the chocolate has been consumed from the premises. Burn baby burn.
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That is my strategy, too. Just eat all of it - that way, you don't have any sweets in the house! Except the chocolate chips you keep for baking. Those always get me.
yah, it's kind of strange how you reach a point where you don't even want anymore, but you feel compelled to 'get rid of it' (right into your mouth). What-evuh!
Whenever Auntie Flo's in my house, all rules (and guilt) are escorted to the door and booted out.
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