Roughly 45 seconds later, the napkin was empty as the entire 2 inch stack had been consumed, and wonder of wonders, I wanted more. MORE???? (think the movie Oliver when he asks the master of the orphanage for another serving of gruel...) I'm totally embarrassed to report I ate the whole freaking can in a series of 2 inch stacks. That sort of set a tone for the evening...I had 2 Sargento Lite Cheddar cheese sticks, and then went with the just returned from Chicago hubby for a cheese steak and fries. We shared the fries, but I'd rather not view the stats on which of us had more of them. Afterall, they are the best REAL fries this side of the Mississippi. Then a neighbor and I went for water ice, where we each opted for a confection known as a Misto, which is water ice mixed with frozen custard. Delicious, like a grainy icy milk shake. Larges. And both of us are also largeish. Oh alright, we're large. Does the ish change anything? I'm always trying to soften the truth.
So today I'm back to the drawing board. Have a long walk scheduled after lunch and am making a farewell dinner for Mark that will be healthy and reasonable. Salmon, ratatouille, salad. The Friday p.m. eating does not render me bad, hopeless, weak-willed or doomed. It just renders me needing to move more and eat less today. And tomorrow would be good too. But today can only be done today.
Recall I had a few stumbles last week and still managed a 1.4 pound loss. All is not lost here. I'm not trying to convince you of this or even myself. I know it to be true. But as I said a couple of days ago and many times before, doing better feels better, and increases the likelihood of more doing better. It's important to quickly press the reset button and get back on track. Consecutive days with eating episodes is risky behavior for this gal.