Sometimes I can be a little
arrogant, conceited, confident when it comes to my “healthy” lifestyle.
7 hours of sleep? Check.
3 mile run? Check. Am I pushing myself to run faster? Yessiree.
Healthy breakfast full of “clean” foods with a nice balance of protein and healthy fats?
Beautiful summer fruits on top of soy yogurt. I sprinkled some flax seed on top after the picture was taken.
Lots of water? Check.
Using the stairs instead of the elevator? Check.
Saying no to the table full of treats at staff meeting? Check.
Healthy lunch with fresh fruits and veggies?
Romaine, cucumber, peaches, blueberries, sunflower seeds, homemade vinaigrette.
Saying no to the cookies baked in (yes, in) my office? Check.
I’m so healthy. I’m so disciplined. I’m so cool. Blah blah blah.
And then something snapped. And it wasn’t that I had some sort of a breakdown, but something called life happened.
It was the boss’s birthday and the office was going out for froyo. I didn’t take a picture, but I guarantee this: I ignored the sorbet and there’s no way you could have fit any fruit in my cup piled high with espresso yogurt and dark chocolate covered pretzels.
But what about my “perfectly healthy day”? Was it ruined?
And then I got home and said to Matty B, “what do you want for dinner?”
Never ask Matty B what he wants for dinner unless you’re prepared to eat burritos and/or pizza.
Del Taco 8 layer burrito minus 2 layers (no cheese or sour cream). I might have had a few of Matty B’s fries. Maybe.
And it wasn’t healthy, but it was fun. Those two agree. They were simply giddy over their kid’s meals!
Great family time? Check.
Maybe it was a perfectly healthy day after all…
Lighten up, Holley. Seriously.