Today I have gotta keep reminding myself that I need to take baby steps to reach my goal. I can't beat myself up every time I falter. My hubby didn't bring home what I expected. Yeah, there was some salad, and that was yummy, but not the kind I expected. He got pizza and a mixed salad from our favorite sharwarma restaurant. I had one and a half slices of veggie pizza and some hummus, tabbouleh, baba ghanoush, olive salad, and muttabal (maybe like a spoon of each from the mixed salad platter). I kinda felt like I let myself down, but then I took it in stride and focused on the fact that before I would have eaten three or four slices of the pizza and had dessert too. So I choose to look at the improvement.
My visit to my friends house was very nice, masha'Allah. I was pleased with my portion control for the dinner portion of the evening. I chose to use the smaller dessert plate for my dinner. I didn't overfill it either. After eating, I realized that I wanted a bit more so I went back a second time. I didn't feel bad about this because I had used portion control and knew that I was still on track. Everything was going great until I kinda lost my mind a bit when the fresh, hot, basbousa was served along side a beautiful chocolate cake with whipped icing and chocolate shavings and cherries. I over filled my plate... Alhamdulillah, I caught myself and fed at least half of the plate to my ever-hungry kids. I did have a bit of a relapse at the dessert table, but I am pleased to say that I will pick myself up and continue. Tomorrow is another day and it will present its own set of temptations and trials. I can't give up every time I falter. I have still earned my dinner out with my hubby. I didn't give up this week and that is an accomplishment.
This is me... struggling with my inner-self to transform myself from thick to thin... nobody said it would be perfect. Nothing is perfect, except for Allah, the Most High.
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