My week was so good, so fantastic! Killed my workouts, ate within my allotted calories, still mentally strong and engaged in this weight-loss process. Then this happened:
Here is the story.
I was having a great day yesterday, and Zumba with my favorite instructor was so on point. Since I had a bit of energy remaining (and I hadn’t hit my 400 calorie burn minimum yet), I jumped on the elliptical for an additional 15 minutes! So to say I had a good workout was an understatement.
I grabbed a salad from my favorite place and headed back to work.
When I walked in, there was a box from Mrs. Fields (a very popular cookie store and my very favorite in the whole world) on the reception desk.
I eyed it greedily suspiciously and said to the receptionist “omg! Mrs. Fields delivers?! Who is that for?”
“I think it’s for you”
(What you talking bout Willis?)
Me: “stop playing, who is it for?!”
(giggling) “Its for you!”
(by this time I have already blamed my husband for trying to sabotage me by delivering my favorite cookies to work! He was gonna get hurt!)
Sure enough I read the gift card and one of my favorite clients sent me the box full of goodies as a token of appreciation. I am used to getting calendars and fancy pens this time of year but this gift was really nice (Not to mention expensive!).
So I did what any girl with a goal would do–I got rid of the temptation before I my tummy could figure out what I was doing! I gave it all away and kept one small bag of cookies and a triple fudge brownie for my husband. The calories are real though!
Just like that, it was over. Crisis averted. I ate my salad. It was delicious.
I find it so ironic that the one thing I have been purposely not baking–cookies–still found its way to me! Ha! I’ll be honest, last year I would have taken a LOT more than a small bag of cookies so I am proud of myself. Let’s just call it a Christmas miracle shall we?