Taking a Day Off

I am taking today off!

"From grief?" you may ask hopefully. Now wouldn't that be a nice trick. No it's not from grief.

"From work?" you may ask. Nope, you have to have an actual paying job in order to take a day off from work.

I am taking the day off from my exercise and diet plan. That's right. For one day only I am going to pretend I'm not trying to lose weight and get in shape. For one day only I am going to be lazy and eat whatever I want.

Just for today, and then tomorrow I'm back on the wagon.

Yesterday I was not in a good place you can read about it here if you want to. I woke up in a bad mood and spent the entire day cleaning my house, doing laundry, and crying.

It was one rip-roaring pity party for one. Be glad that none of you were invited to attend. The end result was a clean house, a clean me (yes, I actually showered), and one very grateful husband. So grateful in fact that he even washed all the dishes after dinner so as not to mess up the freshly cleaned kitchen.

This morning I woke up with a better perspective. My house no longer resembled a war zone, and the laundry was no longer spilling out of the basket and onto the floor. It's amazing how a clean house can make you feel. But there was still the nagging guilt about my weight loss (or lack thereof) and the cycle of guilt it's causing. So rather than beat myself up about again today, I decided I needed a day off.

So I ate that croissant at my morning meeting. Then at lunch I allowed myself to have the absolutely decadent and decidedly naughty Croque Monseiur. Never had one??? Here's a photo of one.

Not exactly diet food.

It's basically a grilled ham and cheese sandwich with extra cheese and bechamel sauce poured over the top. Mmmmmmm. I also didn't exercise today.

Do I feel guilty? Not a bit. Which is a change because normally if I eat something bad (good) or don't exercise I beat myself up over it. But not today. Today I have the day off!