First of all, thank you everyone for your lovely comments of support yesterday on my onederland post. It's been a fabulous journey; the best of my life. I started blogging, like most, to simply hold accountable my day to day actions and decisions so I could look back and reference from time to time. And here I am with so many wonderful followers, with developing friendships, with a reading list of your journey's that I look forward to starting my day off with. I love it here. ♥
But, with success, there are always moments of failure. We all know this all to well. Yesterday, what started as a treat turned into a fail, of epic proportion. My kryptonite: Girl Scout Cookies [Thin Mints]. I talked about this a few weeks ago. And again, I failed. I was on my way home and a girlfriend called saying my cookies had arrived. Crap! I had totally forgotten I ordered these. And even worse, five, yes f-i-v-e boxes. What the hell was I thinking? I thought back and sure enough, I ordered during my fill-hell in Janaury. Stupid girl! I didn't want to cancel and hurt her little girls feelings so I went to pick them up. I wasn't going to have any!
All the way down the road, I kept looking in the box...3 Samoas, 2 Thin Mints. Nope, not going to have them. I already had a mental list going of who I was going to gift them too. I ran to the bank, stopped at the grocery store and it was on my way home at the last red light out of town, I was checking nutrition labels and decided Thin Mints were healthier and I would have one serving. So I open the box, open the plastic, and before I know it - two cookies were devoured.....in seconds. I still had 2 to go. Score!
As you probably know thin mints come in two individually wrapped columns of cookies, 16 cookies per column. An hour and a half later, I had ate an.entire.column. 16 cookies. 3 servings too many. 640 calories. 32 fat. What had I just done? I had even pushed through the tummy ache that this had caused to finish the remaining few cookies.
J's sister knocked at the door and with them, I sent home the remainder of the cookies; the rest of my box, 1 new box of Thin mints and 2 boxes of Samoas...I let sweet hubby keep one box.
I was emotionally sick the rest of the afternoon. How could a treat turn into sabotage? How could I reach such a huge milestone, 12-hours earlier, and then binge on stupid cookies?
This morning when I woke, the guilt had pretty subsided and I had been left with the feeling of a new day. A new chance. We all fall weak. We all fail at times. One decision, one bad decision, doesn't define my journey.
As much as I love the success I had to hold myself accountable for this fail, and post.
Happy St. Patty's Day, my friends.