Yes... weekends

I am sitting here, 3:55 on my Saturday afternoon, and what I was worried about doing - I did. We stopped out for lunch instead of coming home to eat in my safe little bubble. Now, there are some things about this I am kinda proud of. My original idea was to get the salad bar at Ruby Tuesdays, with a little cottage cheese on the side, easy on the dressing. We look at the menu, and the hubs points out that it's the same price to get the salad bar, or to get a "combination" salad bar with little mini sandwiches. My "value" brain kicks in, and suddenly it's a much better idea to do that. SO, I get what they call the "pimento cheese minis". It sounded interesting. It wasn't. It was kinda... umm.. weird. But, that ended up being a good thing, because I only ate 3/4 of one of the minis and about half the fries, and my salad of course. Certainly not as bad as I could have done, PLUS, I tracked everything on www.livestrong.com. THAT is something to be proud of in itself - but - I'm not done!

So, we get home and put the little man down for his nap. The hubs and I snuggle up on the couch on this chilly, gloomy day, and he's out like a light within moments. I think "This really is the perfect time for a nap". So, what did I do? I got up, I put on my sneakers, and I went for a 20 minute, mostly uphill, brisk walk. I mean, sweating, red-faced, huffing and puffing the whole way. Yea Bitches.

So, my problem is the next meal ,which is slated for 30 minutes from now. We have been invited to pizza with Auntie Dawn and cousin Jon. Josh, of course, is very excited. I am too, except that I really shouldn't be eating pizza with the lunch situation I just had to deal with. What do I do? Bale? Go, and try super hard to eat 1-2 very small pieces? Give in because I... well, there really is no good reason for giving in at all. I really don't know what to do. I want to bale, to stay home, drink a protein shake and call it a day, but if I don't go, there's all this personal fall-out crap to deal with. Still not sure what to do. Time is ticking.........

ETA: Went to pizza, subscribing to a 2-slice rule set with my hubby, which we both successfully stuck to. Lots of water before, and two slices filled me up without over stuffing my pouch. Moving on from a time/day that has not gone "perfectly" is something I have worked on a lot. It used to be I would have a "bad" eating meal, which would turn into a "bad" eating day, which inevitably led to "bad" eating days, and weeks, and months. That's not the case for me anymore. Every thing I put in my mouth is a new opportunity to make a good choice. It's not about "days" anymore.