A wee indulgence

[pegkerr]

I have had difficulties booting up the brain today. I totally spaced putting on my makeup this morning. And I was partway to work before I realized I was going the wrong direction: I had totally forgotten I had to stop at the YMCA first to drop off the girls, and was forced to make a lane change in a hurry to backtrack. If my haze had been just a little thicker, I might gone all the way to the point of pulling into the ramp at work, looking in the back seat at my girls, and saying, "What are you doing here?"

So I cracked on my resolve--just a little. I went across the street and got a skim mocha coffee (no whip). With caffeine, which is not my usual custom. This was allowable under the rules (I had decided to allow myself 1/2 tsp. sugar in my morning coffee each day this month--all right, so the mocha probably had more than 1/2 a tsp. in it.)

But they also included a chocolate-covered coffee bean, which technically under my rules was forbidden. One bean. One.

I ate it.

Considering how good I've been all month so far, I don't feel too guilty.

Comments

[sternel.livejournal.com]

That icon is perfection, in so many ways. =)

[misia.livejournal.com]

Do what you need to do to feel and be healthy, including indulging yourself now and then. Healthiness and happiness are easier to attain with a bit of pleasure thrown in there for positive reinforcement's sake... as well as when you're not beating yourself up. :) After all, it's just food, not mortal sin in edible form.

[psychic-serpent.livejournal.com]

If my haze had been just a little thicker, I might gone all the way to the point of pulling into the ramp at work, looking in the back seat at my girls, and saying, "What are you doing here?"

I've had days like that. Last October, on a lovely Sunday morning, I was walking to church--only I wasn't. To do that I'm supposed to walk three blocks south, then cross Pennsylvania Ave. and Kelly Drive so that I can walk up the Art Museum driveway, leading me to the Spring Garden Bridge and thence through the Powelton Village neighborhood, the Drexel Campus, and down to the Penn Campus, where our church is.

I, however, chose to just stay on Pennsylvania Avenue, which is what I do when I'm walking to school. I had reached 23rd Street, more than half a mile away from the museum, when I realized, "Hey. I'm not going to school. It's Sunday. I was supposed to be going the other way."

Needless to say, I was NOT on time for choir rehearsal. Sometimes we just go on auto-pilot. I even did this once when I was supposed to be grocery shopping. The store is in a huge apartment building between 24th & 25th on Pennsylvania, but I once again had walked all the way down to 23rd Street before I realized that I'd spaced completely. (And I was even trundling the shopping cart along with me the entire way, so that SHOULD have tipped me off.)

This, naturally, explains a LOT about me. ::snort::