No diabetic coma!

Hello my lovely bloggy friends. :) I hope you didn't think I died from diabetic shock from all the sugar I consumed the other day! I wish I could say my PNE trip was any better, but alas no. I did well with the fishy chippies (glad to inspire a craving in Mr. Condescending and Mme. DeFarge). Hubby and I shared a two piece and he ate most of the fries. Thrifty for the wallet AND the waistline! My downfall was the doughnuts...freshly made, soft and warm and dusted (as if by the fairies of deliciousness) with a light coating of cinnamon sugar. *SIGHHHH*. I ate a whole bag of 'em. I think it's 13 wee doughnuts in a bag. Then I had a couple of husband's fresh-made potato chips...and a bite or two of fudge...and a bite or two of a DEEP FRIED MARS BAR. Holy Hannah, wtf?!? I think that this snack food monstrosity must be tried at least once in a lifetime, so now I am done. I tried it. I lived. I kind of liked it. I can only hope this culinary misadventure was slightly mitigated with four hours of walking around. Um, and also after we had that b-day dinner...and there was cake. I had some of that too.  

BUT, you know what? I don't feel bad. I am still focused on my goal, and I will lose those next 15-20 lbs. I am excited about losing them. I can't wait to see myself at that weight! I don't find the last few days discouraging in the least because I know that today is back to normal, it is back to exercise and eating properly. Tomorrow will be the same, and so on. On this journey, I can't expect I will always eat the perfect foods in the perfect proportions. I am NOT PERFECT! Not even a little bit. So why kill myself over a couple bad days? I don't have to be perfect, I just have to continue doing the good things I've been doing that have rid me of 30 unwanted pounds, and not make a habit out of these days! No problem! This makes me feel so good because I know that later on, if I slip, if I fall, I can just get back up again and keep going. There is no quitting. 

Oh, and I am changing my header because I didn't lose 40 lbs in 4 months. Boo freakin' hoo. That number was so arbitrary. Honestly I just thought it sounded good, and seemed like a lot, so I figured it would be motivating. Having not made that goal, I don't feel like a failure at all! How could I? Am I not 30 lbs lighter than I was those many months ago? Am I not wearing smaller clothes (and looking damn good in them, I might add)? Am I not more physically fit with some kick-ass muscles? Where's the bad here? I certainly don't see it! 

So here I am. Lighter. Healthier. Happier. I have a few more pounds to go, but I know I will get there. Today I ate my cereal, some soup for lunch and a nice steak dinner with a small baked potato,  salad, corn and sliced cucumber.  I indulged in a 120 calorie yogurt pop for dessert. See? So much better than yesterday! And I walked with hubby for nearly an hour this evening. 

I am doing this thing, people. Watch me. 

Stats for the day:

Weight: 190

Exercise: 55 min.