Saturday night I tweeted about dinner with Pam. I was home with the girls, and while I had made them dinner, I chose to wait. I was tired, and frankly had my hands full with K and PG. Once I got them to bed, Pam was already on her way home. I didn't feel up to cooking and neither did she...so she stopped at Taco Bell on the way home.
My first taste of fast food in seven months and I won't lie, it tasted pretty good. But fairly shortly after eating, I got queezy. While part of me missed the junk, my body didn't. At all.
You know when you feel nauseous and you just know as soon as you puke, you'll feel 100% better? Yeah, I was there Saturday night, and I was right. My system rejected said Taco Bell. And I decided, no more fast food for me. Ever.
I stumbled and I'm not making excuses. Like this whole process, I'm learning what I can and continuing to move forward. Some folks questioned my sanity, some were supportive and others said I'm needlessly freaking out and that moderation is ok.
Sure that's true with sweets, but not with fast food. Not for me. I can't do it. If you would have told me seven months ago, my body would reject fast food, I would have laughed as I was chewing and then promptly shoved more garbage into my yapper.
Now though, I know I made the right choice to get my act together, get in shape and be healthy. Yeah I stumbled and ate like crap, it happened and now I move on. This stumble validated to me what I'm doing is right. And it showed me I can't and don't want to go back to the way I was.