Kick my tail.
Go ahead. You have my permission.
I hail from the Deep South where we would fry dirt if we could.
I knew I'd be surprising my mama for her birthday last week, more on that later.
I also knew I would be surrounded by the likes of food most of you have only known in dreams.
Fried chicken. Fried cornbread. Homemade caramel cake. Biscuits and sausage gravy.
Chick-fil-a for heaven's sake.
We stayed so busy it was impossible to squeeze in a workout.
Plus, my visits with family are few and far between,
so I try to soak up every possible minute with them.
Perhaps these sound like excuses, but that's not my intention.
My goal is to say, I probably ate more and moved less than I should have.
On the plus side:
I was surrounded by some of the best food in all the world and while I ate my share,
I tried to be conscious to not overeat.
I made myself aware of how many rolls I ate instead of eating them without thought,
which is so very easy to do.
Here's what I noticed upon my return to NYC:
I want to keep eating like I am on vacay.
Breaking bad food habits is so hard for me.
Once you choose vacay foods on the regular, it's hard to make the healthier choice.
The easiest thing would be to lie to you... I have had such a great week! Fantastic! This is so easy!
Or to wuss out and not say anything at all.
But this Brazen New Me has a voice and a determination that won't let me remain silent even when I want to be.
So, I will confess to you.
I had a tough week. This journey is not an easy one.
I want to find the balance of eating well and indulging well and that's hard for me.
Today begins a new week.
I get the chance to make good choices today.
And I think I shall.