Shaking it off

So I'm mindfully, painstakingly, pulling myself out of my panic and refocusing. I am not my friend. While I may have veered a little, I am still on track. I'm drinking plenty of water. I'm more conscious of what I'm eating and how much. I'm not indulging...

Okay. That not indulging...In the interest of full disclosure, I ate mindfully and smart all day yesterday. Until I got home where I gave into my PMS craving and ate three four small pieces of cherry cordial fudge. When I say small, I mean small. Like tiny.
And yeah, four tiny pieces of fudge equal up to one decent sized piece of fudge but that was the "worst" I did yesterday. I'm not even mad at it because I had plenty of opportunity all day to slip into "old Jana" PMS habits of Cokes, candy bars, lattes and laziness. But no. I ate only what I brought for lunch, drank half a cup of coffee, drank plenty of water, and went for a short walk yesterday afternoon. I'm still not back to my 10,000 steps a day, yet, but I'm working my way back up to it.

So. I'm not panicking about four small pieces of cherry cordial fudge because they served their purpose. I drank a ton of water after I ate them and I lifted some dumb bells and did some squats and continued on with life like a healthy balanced person.

My friend's confession and my subsequent freakout served a valuable purpose, though. It made me pay attention where I may have actually been losing some focus. And it made me more aware of my goals in a way I maybe hadn't been in a while.

So. Onward and upward. Or, downward, I rather. haha

I am not stepping back on the scale until Mother Nature has been gone for a couple of days. Maybe even a week.