Week Seven Saturday

So today started off really well.  I had my toast with my measured peanut butter and remembered to eat the grapes this time, and then I walked and did my workout.  When I got home, I drank 4 cups of apple cinnamon/black cheery herbal tea with probably too much honey in it. I had a morning snack of an ounce of almonds. For lunch, I had 2 more BLT sandwiches, but with only a slice and a half of bacon on each, so I ate a cup of cottage cheese with it to up the protein content.   In the afternoon I flubbed it and had a cup of light potato chips and 6 oreo cookies.  For dinner, we had beef tacos.  I heated up some brown rice that I cooked earlier in the week to add to mine to up the protein content again.  In the evening, I was craving something sweet and finally jumped in the car and drove to Dairy Queen and got a peanut buster parfait and a small french fry.  Seriously decadent and I should feel more guilty about it than I do.  My steps for the day were only 6,231.  Glasses of water: 8.

I'm writing this on Sunday morning.  I have decided to relax today.  I clipped my pedometer on this morning, but then decided to take it off again.  I took Pippin for a walk and then came home and started making cinnamon rolls.  Part of me keeps yelling at myself, "But you're weighing in tomorrow morning!"  Then the other part of me yells back, "This is a marathon.  Not a sprint."  Yes, I want to be accountable and to not throw away the work that I've done, however, I'm in this for the long haul, and one relaxed day, chosen by me- not because I've had an emotional breakdown, is not going to stop my long-term goals.  So off I go to see if my dough has risen enough for me to roll it out now.