…and the pizza won.
It’s been a hellish few days for me. My daughter, Mia, is sick with a mad cold. Nothing makes her happy but being held and being nursed. Can I just tell you my boobs are sore? Mkay, now that I got that out, I’m wondering if I get extra points for all the nursing I’ve been doing. Seriously, y’all, it’s ALOT.
So after a day of crying (hers, not mine), I had just about had it. I couldn’t even think about dinner much less cooking, so I picked up the phone and ordered out. In my small town of 387 folks, there aren’t a whole lot of options. Sure, I could have gone to Subway, and I should have gone to Subway, but Vinny’s Italian sounded so.much.better. I ordered a 12″ pizza and a large salad. I was sorta thinking straight, right? I ended up eating 2 slices of the pizza and the whole salad (which was about 3 cups or more) with 2 tbsp. of bleu cheese dressing. I know, I know, it’s terrible for me, but I had a really bad day.
So despite it all, I feel okay about it. It’s the first time I’ve eaten out since the last weigh-in since my Saturday night dinner plans were squelched by that sick little Mia, so it’s not all bad. And I felt like I exercised some serious self-control. Normally, I would have eaten at least 3-4 slices.
The thing that bugs me most is that tomorrow is weigh-in day and I just consumed PIZZA. Can you say sodium city? Um, yeah. So to help combat water retention that rivals the Hoover Dam, I’ve been drinking lots of extra water this evening. Fingers crossed that it helps. If not, oh well. I’ll know the truth when I weigh myself again on Thursday 😉
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