Thursday, September 15, 2011
But, instead, I drive through someplace and get the grilled chicken on whole wheat with no fries. I look up the points in my handy point-looker-upper, and record them in my handy record-your-points-here place.
I try not to think about things like: I should be more organized. I should pack a lunch. I should never have gained this weight in the first place.
There are a lot of things I could do better. But sometimes all I can do is keep track of those points, and stay within my allowance. And doing that feels good. It's a small victory. One more day under my ever-loosening belt. And all that running from this thing to the next? I count that in my activity points. One day at a time. One point at a time. One victory at a time.