So I've done my squats, I've walked at least a mile today, and danced erratically like a loon in my kitchen while I made some bomb ass soup. When I was done, I sat impatiently waiting, while said bomb soup cooked and smelled amazing, and I found a Butterfinger in my work bag (don't ask what it was doing there... I don't remember it being there). Well... I was hungry.... so I started munching... and my son turns around and says "Mom! Are you eating candy before dinner?!" Oh the shame.... of course I had already finished it when he caught me, so I couldn't even stop what I was doing.
Well, I logged it, and I moved on. I walked a little longer than I would have and played with the dog, and called it good. I'm not going to let a candy bar get the best of me. But I will say this. I had a very interesting chat with a friend, and I have an addiction to candy. REAL candy. Sugar free won't cut it, won't curb it, won't stop the craving. So I think what I will do, when I'm really craving some candy, is get some fun size candy, instead of the full size (or king size... just saying).
Today was too cold to walk at the cemetery, but I heard tomorrow is supposed to be beautiful. I will see if the hubby will walk with me, but if not, I will go by myself. I need to see what kind of distance we are talking with that trek. :)
See ya'll tomorrow... hopefully the scale won't say 184.2.... I'll even take higher at this point... I'm tired of that number for the last fraking month!