Yesterday was a good day and a bad day. An old saying just popped into my head. "Some days you get the bear and some days the bear gets you." That's how my Friday went but they both happened in one day.
I didn't get my walking in yesterday. Was really busy cleaning and cooking that I forgot all about it until just minutes before my company arrived (my oldest daughter and her significant other/boyfriend came to visit from NJ). Will be sure to do it today.
I made a big casserole (the marzetti) and had a salad and Texas Toast for the company, then cheesecake for dessert. About an hour before they arrived I realized that they are all (they brought a couple of friends with them) skinny and I didn't have any salad dressing that they'd eat so I whipped up some homemade thousand island (with real mayonnaise) for them. It was so much fun cooking for someone else. Everything was fine until we sat down to eat. The Texas Toast wouldn't shut up and I ended up giving in and had a half a piece. Then the homemade dressing started screaming at me and I caved. Ole mister cheesecake didn't get my attention and I had my "diet" dessert, YEA! We didn't eat until late and I was sure I wouldn't be hungry the rest of the evening, but alas, I was wrong. And the worst thing about back sliding is that I didn't want any of my usual "GOOD" snacks. And, guess what, I caved again. Went way over my points for the day so the yummy steak I was looking forward to on Sunday will have to wait until another week.
The worse part or maybe the best part of the over indulgence yesterday is that I feel horrible today. Not just mentally, for doing what I did, but physically as well. I feel like I have a hangover and I didn't even have any alcohol. I've learned my lesson!! Stay away from Texas Toast and homemade thousand dressing. And especially on a day I didn't exercise.
Was so enjoyable visiting with my daughter and getting lots of hugs. They are white water rafting on the Gauley River right now and don't know when they will be home but I am anxiously await that arrival. Wish my baby girl was here too.