This is usually a happy little blog, because I am generally a happy person and because I’m usually excited to share what I’ve learned about fitness, nutrition and making peace with myself.
But sometimes (really, quite often!), I make mistakes.
Making mistakes sucks, and so does saying sorry. I realized late last night that I had made a personal mistake–I forgot to invite a friend I’ve known for more than 13 years to my birthday party the other night. I was just clicking through names too quickly on the Facebook invite, and I totally forgot. I felt AWFUL, silently cursed at myself and sent her an e-mail apologizing and hoping she’d understand. (She was incredibly understanding. Whew.)
I realized I’d made a professional sort of mistake this morning, and this time did some out-loud cursing before (wo)manning up and telling the truth. That one didn’t turn out quite so well, but at least I knew I did the best I could with the situation. I went to yoga and tried to let some of this go and stretch my tight body.
Lately, I’ve been feeling like some of my food choices have been mistakes. Even this one. I vowed to eat less bread, and I’ve been having the same breakfast. I drank too much the other night, and a lot of poor food choices ensued afterwards.
To be honest, moderation doesn’t seem to be working right now–probably because I’m not achieving it. I stepped on the scale this morning, and the number was 10 pounds higher than it was around marathon time. After a weekend of eating crap, I’m not surprised. But honestly, I’m not happy either. So, I need to just keep trying.
On a lighter note, I had the leftover tacos for lunch, and they were wonderful.
On an even lighter note, do you like my new duvet cover??
