My oldest dearest friend of my youth lost her husband Sunday and called me moments after his death. That was my cue to make plane reservations so that my husband and I could fly out and be there for the viewing and the funeral.
This did not strike me as a time to beat myself up over sticking to program. I gave myself permission to eat anything I wanted as long as I wrote it down. And that's about what I did. I was a careful eater on the trip until after the viewing -- when I wanted a robust late supper including a couple of drinks. I also fortified myself before the funeral the next morning with several helpings of scrambled eggs from the breakfast buffet, plus a small container of yogurt. After the funeral I ate two sandwiches from the buffet plus two large cookies and a couple bites of this and that. Once we left and were at the airport waiting to come home I had pasta primavera (with olive oil but no creamy sauce) and a glass of wine, plus another glass on the plane. I wrote everything down but didn't do the math.
Today I added up the points. Unsurprisingly, I blew through all my bonus points, and I went about eight points in the hole. But I'm a little surprised it was no worse than it was.
Today I'm on program but it's a bit of a struggle again. A late evening bike ride may get me back in the swing of things. I even think I'm willing to face the music at weigh-in tomorrow.
Monday morning quarterbacking the funeral luncheon, I now realize that if I'd moved the chips from the big table on the patio and replaced them with the tray of raw veggies I could have eaten compulsively all afternoon and still stayed on program. The veggies were off in a location where no one was eating them. 20/20 hindsight and all that.
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