Cheater

I was good yesterday. Almost.

Good breakfast, good lunch, no between meal snacking until after dinner. Dinner itself was bigger than it should have been, but not the end of the world. There were peanuts, of course, but I didn’t over do it.

So what’s the problem? The snack that came after dinner but before the peanuts. A chocolate chip cookie sandwich with about a two inch thick vanilla frosting filling, that’s was the problem. I cheated. I was bad.

It’s not the end of the world. It could have been worse. I didn’t fall off the wagon or anything, I just had a moment of weakness. Big deal. I’ll survive. I’ll recover. I won’t say that I won’t do it again, but I will say that I won’t do it often. Frequent junk food is one of the reasons I’m in this mess in the first place, I’m not going back to that.

I cheated, but it’s okay. I just won’t cheat again for a while.