Knowing Better

There is a supposition that if you know better, you do better. Apparently not. This week my life and the people in it have conspired against me where food was concerned. I did, in fact do my workouts this week and did them vigorously. But that couldn't off-set the eating. Even knowing better while did it, I ate Chinese buffet with a friend who needed the company and wanted the Chinese food. I ate at Outback Steakhouse (did not order the salmon, but didn't eat the potatoes either) because we had gift certificates and my husband wanted to take me out. My daughter had a choir concert and we didn't have time to eat well before leaving the house. A whole week of similar situations and excuses.

But this is the nature of my life. Friends, family, calendars, etc. No amount of planning seems to do me any good. My weight will be up again when I weigh in tomorrow. I want to say "so what" and have a chicken tamale loaded with cheese. I don't like feeling like I'm battling with myself all the time.