Today was not a good day for my diet. Actually, that's not true. It was half good, half bad. I ate breakfast and had milk with it, ate a nice healthy lunch (whole wheat pasta with Country Crock, green beans with a sprinkle of parmesean cheese) and got in ALL my water. But I blew it on dinner (Pizza! Ugh!) and am not doing my Jillian DVD tonight. I feel awful. I've been battling a cold on and off since before Christmas and today I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Not to mention, Rory is sick and needs to go to the doctor tomorrow. I think there's an ear infection hanging out in the nursery upstairs...Ugh. It's just been a long, cold day. I know I am being too hard on myself. It's absolutely okay to have 2 pieces of pizza once in a while. And it was Little Ceasar's so it was small pieces with only cheese and pepperoni. Fine. I could have eat a lot worse (Chinese, cough cough) but I didn't. And I did get all my water in, which is my big goal of the week. Plus, I am terribly congested and lost my breath walking up the stairs today. Did you know I have seasonal and sports induced asthma? I do! So exercising probably wouldn't be wise. I was moving around quite a bit at dance today, so it wasn't like I just laid around all day.
This leads me to my next point.
Why am I, why are we, why are WOMEN specifically, so hard on ourselves? I had a half good, half bad diet day. FINE. There's no shame in that. It could have been an all day bad day and it wasn't. I have tomorrow to try again. I know I will do better and having pizza won't throw me completely off track. I'll toss in an extra workout, maybe go for a walk if it ever gets above 20*. It's really not the end of the world yet I sit here beating myself up for it.
I am going to resolve to think more positively about my goal and especially about my body. Perhaps tomorrow or Wednesday I will go shopping and buy myself something nice to wear out on Friday for my birthday celebration. I need to be realistic, but there's no sense in beating myself up. Ugh. Being a woman is rough!
Say a prayer for Ro. Poor kid is all congested and feeling pretty yucky, I think. We're off to the doctor tomorrow. She's been pulling at her ear for a day or two now.
P.S. Memory Monday will start next week. Yippee.