Confession: I dove headfirst off the wagon at the Superbowl party.
No one pushed me, there wasn't a bump or anything. I saw Salmon Artichoke Dip and I just willingly dove head first off the wagon. I really stayed pretty close to good, despite the 2.5 cookies I ended the night with. I dipped veggies in the dip instead of crackers -- that counts for something, doesn't it? I also stuck close to my homemade, baked chicken nuggets, but the buffalo sauce I made was just too good, so I ate a lot of them.
No regrets. I had a good time. I ate good food. And I'm working out every day until weigh in.
I got a really nice compliment at MOPS today. We were discussing our ages, and I was asked what mine was. I asked them to guess, and the reply was "26". TWENTY SIX was almost 7 years ago, as I'll be 33 next month. It was a really nice compliment and really helped perk up my day.
I even remembered it mid-run on the treadmill tonight when I was thisclose to giving up before my second 3 minute run was over. It definitely helped. :)