Back on track--for realz

Last week I told you I was working on a do-over. I tried to convince myself by convincing all of you that that was true.

It turns out it totally was.

This weekend I was at the Ronald. I've often said for a food addict, working at the Ronald McDonald House is like an alcoholic working at a bar. This weekend was no exception. In fact, it was more tempting than ever.

I came armed with my own food, as I always do. Sometimes during my weekends, I totally scrap my own food for whatever deliciousness our meal donors bring. I was concerned about that this weekend, because my food has not been the best since December or so.

And then my weekend turned emotional. I won't go into detail (there is a thing as over-sharing, I've learned), but let's just say you won't be reading any more posts about a boyfriend. All good things come to an end, it seems. Even when one least expects it.

I was pretty down Saturday. And right on cue, a woman came by from Piece of Cake bakery. Apparently they had many orders that were not picked up, so she graciously brought cakes to the Ronald for our families to enjoy. Cupcakes. More than 60 (!!!) huge individual slices of cake. Beautiful chocolate, red velvet and carrot cakes. Cake was everywhere.

Then Saturday night, our meal donors brought mashed potatoes (it's like the weekend was just designed to tempt my sad, binge-eater self, you know?). I ate with the families, but controlled my portions. I tracked my food all weekend and stayed on plan. Even avoided all that cake.

I stepped on the scale this morning and was pleasantly surprised by the results. I may be down, but I'm in control. That's good, because boy, do I need a dash of empowerment right now.