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Not Guilty

I said I wouldn't feel guilty about what I ate tonight. I'm trying hard to hold myself to that.

Sometimes you need to give yourself a day or night off your diet. When I was doing Body For Life it was recommended to have a free day. Weight Watchers is still flexible in that you can cut points off of every day in order to make up for or create a bank of points for when you want to go over.

Tonight I went way over for the day. Because I don't really know how many points the meal out was I had to estimate that I went 15 points over. That means shaving 2 to 3 points off every day for the remainder of the week, or an extra hour and a half of walking on top of the 40 minutes a day I had planned. In my mind that would still equal a weightloss for this week.

I know it is okay that I went over. If I didn't allow myself the indulgence I would go crazy. I may already be there though. New day tomorrow.

I read on a website that if you sautee bean sprouts with onions and pour fat free spaghetti sauce over it that it can actually compare to having pasta. I know it sounds crazy but I think tomorrow for lunch I will try it. I need to have a low to no point lunch tomorrow or I will let the guilt set in.

It rained and spit all day today and I didn't walk at all. It is forcast to do the same tomorrow BUT I have got to get out of here and walk. I need to. Please let me get off my bum in the morning and walk.

11:17 am Sunday

I did go for a walk, but mainly because I had a lot on my mind. Please read my regular blog's latest entry.

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