In the wake of a weekend of regrettable food choices, we ended up at Bananas Foster cafe for lunch, and I strongarmed my willpower into ordering a salad. And with the first bite I thought OH YES I remember this, remember how nice it feels to eat nice things? It was an exceptional salad, though.
I guess what I’ve been thinking about lately is how easy it is to snowball in either direction. Make one poor choice and you’re more likely to make 10 other poor choices that day. Alternately, make one good choice, say, salad for lunch, and you’re likely to feel much better about yourself and continue making good choices later on (she typed as she sipped a glass of red wine and treated herself to a couple of pieces of dark chocolate. I’m working on it.)
Actually, all things considered I think I’m doing pretty well. I’m still buried at work, and super stressed about it, and it seems like everyone I know is dealing with unusual amounts of stress and general not-awesomeness. Six months ago I would have had a very different evening. Instead I took a detour to Lush on my way home and selected some really nice smelling, really decadent bath thingies. Took a long soaky bath and played some video games. I feel like I’ve made some progress in the long run.