If you noticed, I “fell off the wagon” last night. I broke down and ate the most delicious double western xtra bacon cheeseburger I’ve ever had in my life. I also had a quesidilla, large fry, and about a quarter of the soda.
I fell of the wagon my butt hurt a little, metaphorically speaking.
Yea know? I don’t really regret it. I’m ok with it. I know I shouldn’t be. I’m sure in some way I should really be beating myself up about it. Maybe shaming myself. But, why?
Anyway, I went on a walk this morning with an acquaintance I had been meaning to catch up with. She can be a little slow on the trail, but it was nice to spend the time enjoying the view.
Even at our slow pace we did the 3 mile loop in an hour and a half, which really isn’t bad. Myfitnesspal says I burned over 400 calories, which I will need for the party I’m going to tonight. Well, and the cheating we will probably do this afternoon, too.
Anyway, sure, I should probably feel like this walk is trying to help make up for my binge last night. But, I don’t feel like I need to. (Besides, did I mention I was down a pound this morning on the scale?) The walk was nice all the same.