I traveled for work Sunday thru Tuesday. I'm happy to report I tracked everything I ate, stayed under my caloric recommendation each night, and even exercised.
And I gained 3 lbs....
Remember that lovely number I was happy to see? He was long gone.
The old me would have binged. Throwing the scale across the room, picking up a jar of icing and eating several hundred of calories worth if super sweet goo.
New FatWife smiled, stepped off the scale and went to let the dog out. I know I did not gain 3lbs in reality. I did not poop the whole time I was gone. I also ate twice as much sodium as I normally do...it's hard not to when you eat out every meal.
Just because life isn't going perfect or as planned doesn't mean you give up. Three days of eating the best I could made me feel better than 3 days of eating whatever I wanted. There's no need to look at this as a sad event. It was a great success for me!
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