The weekend is my weakness. I don’t know what it is about the weekend, but I always lose my great week discipline. That’s such an American thing, I think, and everything I have even been taught: Be good all week, do your work, and the weekend is a free-for-all.
Typically, Andrew and I both work on Saturdays and have Sunday off. As soon as the weekend starts on Saturday, I am in eat whatever mode and it continues until guilt sets in sometime late Sunday when my stomach hurts.
This weekend was no different: I had a craving for chips and queso. So we went out and bought chips, queso, and salsa. While we were at the store we decided we wanted an easy dinner night and we bought pizza. Then we realized we hadn’t had lunch and we bought Taco Bell. That was enough damage to do me in.
Every weekend seems to be the same. I let my guard down, eat like crap, and feel terrible. I am not being black and white. I live in a gray area.
It has to stop. And sadly, only I can stop it. So that is my goal for this weekend: to not lose track, to keep my eye on the prize, and survive the weekend without that Sunday food guilt.