Why Did I Fall Down the Stairs?

 Luckily, I'm speaking metaphorically.

Today I purposely ate way more calories than my daily requirements... like almost 900 more.

Years ago a friend asked, "If you tripped, you wouldn't decide to fall down the rest of the stairs, would you?"

I even THOUGHT of that conversation (and former blog topic on the old SparkPeople site) as I made my choices today.  I purposely fell down the stairs today, as it were.  As I gorged myself on treats, I even thought about how I'm going to sleep badly tonight (from so much sugar late in the day).  I thought about how I'll feel sluggish and achy in the morning.  At the time, I just didn't care.  The pleasure of the moment outweighed anything negative.  My fitness goals seemed so distant.  After I ate all the junk and I was sitting at the table writing this, I felt so bloated and icky.

I used to tell people new to exercise to just stick with their plan because TIME WILL PASS and you will see progress.  I've got to remember that when it comes to my nutritional plan.  Time will pass.  Where do I want to be a month from now?

I'm not going to beat myself up over this.  It's just time to climb back up the stairs and try to stay there as long as I can.  Maybe I'll think about it like those work safety signs - "It's been X days since an accident."  Reset to zero!  Starting tomorrow... How many days can I stay at the top of the stairs?

(Note:  My adult children would find that last sentence funny, as it's the name of a popular bar in their college town.  How many DAYS could Mom stay there?  Hmmmmm...)