St. Patrick’s Day? You bet I celebrated! But let’s face it, the guilt crept in, as it always does. Why do I feel like I need permission to enjoy myself? It’s time to shake off those mental shackles. Weight loss isn’t a walk in the park, and the mental acrobatics we go through are next-level.
So, what’s the damage? A Guinness, of course—dark, heavy, and oh-so-sippable. Then, I switched to something lighter—two smooth Pacificos. Hey, I don’t just stick to wine! But beer means tacos and cheese fries, naturally. Most of those fries? Given away. But that taco? Worth every single calorie.
Post-festivities, I curled up with popcorn and threw on “Darby O’Gill and the Little People” on Disney+. Classic entertainment—Sean Connery, tipsy Irishmen, and a quest for new church bells. Pure joy.
Thank goodness I only weigh in twice a week—I wasn’t ready for the scale on Monday. And hey, Tuesday’s verdict? 200.6. Relief floods over me. It’s okay. I survived, and not just that, I had a blast with loved ones. Every day doesn’t have to revolve around food and drink. It’s all about balance.
Now, onto the next goal: hitting 190. My treat? A book binge. I’ve sworn off new book purchases for Lent (yes, really!), but with a hundred unread books on my shelf, I think I’m in for a treat. Let the reading marathon begin!