The Plan:
Go to Best friend's parent's house for Thanksgiving dinner. Eat as much as I want. Get overly stuffed. Do not feel guilty. Walk tonight, and extra this weekend. Gain weight this week. Accept this as being a normal part of life.
The Ideal:
Go to Best friend's parent's house for Thanksgiving dinner. Eat as much as I need, but no more. Feel pleased with self-control, but not deprived. Walk tonight and extra this weekend. Lose or maintain weight. Feel proud of self and accomplishments.
The Probable:
Go to best friend's parent's house for Thanksgiving dinner. Eat not enough to be happy, but more than I need. Feel deprived and guilty. Gain weight anyway. Hate self.
The Possible:
Go to best friend's parent's house for Thanksgiving dinner. Eat some, get thrown up on by sick infant. Catch stomach virus. Spend all weekend throwing up. Gain weight ANYWAY and be truly and thoroughly convinced that the universe is a vile, evil place.
I'll let ya know how it goes...
- Lynn
- Chesapeake, VA, United States
- "How does one become a butterfly?" she asked pensively. "You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar." - Trina Paulus, Hope for the Flowers
4 comments:
Can't wait to hear! That was very entertaining... you are very similar to me!
I went and worked out every day over break. Baby steps. (I need to lose 25 or 30 would be even better.)
I'm still so motivated by you.
checking back in...hope it went well?
LOL...I'm hoping you got the Ideal! I always seem to end up with the Possible - i.e., Thanksgiving always seems to equal stomach virus around our house. But I really, really hope you dodged THAT one. :-)
V.
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