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Of pizza and fudge [cake]

There comes a time in every girl's life when she has to make a choice.

1 slice or 2?

"It's margherita pizza, redhead. How bad can it really be?"

I stood in line at a local pizza place eyeing up their margherita pizza with it's circular discs of cheese, smattering of tomatoes, and dried basil leaves. "Yeah, how bad can it be?"

Sometimes in life you order 2 pieces. Sometimes those 2 pieces come out to you falling off of 2 paper plates. Sometimes you look and say "SWEET MERCY I'M ONLY EATING ONE OF THOSE!!".

Today was not a day to only eat one of those.

Well to be fair, it was, I just didn't bother to acknowledge that until I'd plowed my way through ½ of my second slice.

I can sit here and rationalize that I dabbed up a TON of oil, and it's thin crust, and blah blah blah, but bottom line…

There was also chocolate fudge cake



I know, right? I looked at the cake I'd said I'd split with my wonderful friend, and thought "Cripes, what have I gotten myself into?". One bite into it and I knew the cake would be the victor, not I. Not that I would polish it off, but that the fudgey confection would throw me to the ground and pummel me until I cried "NO MAS!!!". And you know what friends? That's exactly what happened. My friend and I polished off barely ½ of the monstrosity before I waved the white receipt in defeat.

The cake had won.

What didn't win was my self-control. I had said I'd only eat 1 piece of the pizza I ordered, and saved the rest for later.

Whoops.

I had said I was going to the gym today. But when I had to turn down my friend's offer for lunch tomorrow since I already have plans at lunch (not the gym sadly, wedding stuff. =\ ), I offered lunch today. She's a dear friend of mine at work, and between her PTO and my upcoming PTO for weddingry, this was likely our last chance to lunch for quite awhile.

Whoops.

Things have been nuts baaaasically 24/7 with wedding planning and house purchasing. Anyone who's done one of those things I'm sure understands, as you can't fathom doing anything else on top of one of those events, much less doing them both simultaneously.

I'm not saying I shouldn't be making better food choices. I'm not saying I shouldn't be doing some bodyweight exercises at my house. I'm definitely not saying that people much busier than I still find time to workout.

I am saying though that sometimes, darnit, it's really hard to care about being really good. Some days I just don't give a rip about making the better  choice. Now before you flog me, overall I'm trying to keep my eating in check if I'm not going to make it to the gym that day. Diet is such an important aspect of fitness, and I can't just neglect it just because I'm busy. We've been eating out a lot the last few weeks, but 98% of the time I'm making a concerted effort not to eat ½ (or more!) of my meal. I'm also making just as much effort to choose healthier options. Granted not much will beat cooking for yourself, but as I've just whined about we don't always have that option.

So I'll be squeezing in some bodyweight exercises today (and tomorrow; we all know I need it!), and hope that when I go to measure myself on Saturday that I'll have excellence to report. =)

Oh and….

I've lost 4 lbs* this month. ;)

<3
A Redhead

*Note: Yeah OK it's not much, but when you're trying to lift and not super pressed about dropping actual pounds, that's exciting. Whatever, let me have my little victory!!

Comments

  1. 4lb in a month is perfect, because it's sustainable and it's improvement. Way to go.

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  2. "Some days I just don't give a rip about making the better choice"

    This is so so true. And in many aspects of life, really.

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  3. Kim, Defiler of DietsAugust 22, 2013 at 3:33 PM

    4 lbs is impressive. I didn't lose 4 lbs this month. You may be the only person I know who lost 4 lbs this month. I'm sorry if our jaunt derailed you, but I'm really really glad you went out with me. I'm gonna miss you over the next month or so (even though I'll see you for two whole days in there somewhere), but the giggles over criminally good chocolate fudge cake will sustain me. ;)

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    1. Kim, brOompa loompa doopity doAugust 22, 2013 at 3:35 PM

      Also, my prove you're not a robot word was brOompa. I may use that word again. And again. And...

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    2. Aw thanks, Defiler of Diets! ;) (I'm giggling about that over here, btw). I'm glad we hung out tooooo! And I'm giggling about the brOompa. I think you should use it all the time. =)

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  4. You're doing a great job love! Some days eat better than other days, but there's no judgement. Plus, you are the most beautiful woman on the planet forever!! :) I'm very proud of you!!

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    1. Wow, I meant to say some days 'are' better than others. I suppose its funny that this blog does discuss 'eat'ing... :P Space phone FTW, or actually FTL... :P

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    2. Hahaha, you are the best. And ridiculous. =P

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