For the last week or so I have wanted pancakes. Seriously, every time I go to fix a meal, whatever the meal I am thinking I really want pancakes. But then I would talk myself out of it and make my normal meal (which ever it was to be). Finally, last night I took the plunge. Monday is my normal weigh in anyway so I figured I could make up for any damage I might do over the rest of the week. Now pancakes, just like anything else I eat, can be figured into my normal calorie count for the day, But I wanted to not have to worry about that. I WANTED PANCAKES! Ironically, I only ate two so no harm no foul. Then, like a good little soldier, arose this morning and did my workout.
Now no one cares really weather I ate pancakes or not. In the big scheme of things it really doesn't register on the radar. However, I wanted to write this to let folks know that there is a time when you aren't going to want to eat just the everyday healthy stuff, or count calories, or workout for that matter. You know what? That is fine! One day is not going to do that much damage, much less one meal. If eating pancakes one night for dinner and not eating under my calories makes it where I lose .8 of a pound and not 1 lb, I can live with that. It is the downward motion I care about. As long as the direction is down I'm good regardless of how slow the progress. Like I've said before, you have to be able to live your life, and God gave us taste buds for a reason.