That's my mantra in getting through Thanksgiving today. It's only one day, it's only one day, it's only one day meaning tomorrow will be here soon with a fresh 24 hours to get the diet right.
But for today I'm going to enjoy myself mindfully. I'm going to savor every bite, the smell, the taste and the texture. Too many Thanksgivings I've shoveled the food in like it's my last meal with my belly stuffed to the max, bloated and feeling miserable. Did I even taste anything? This year will be different.
Tomorrow the scale will be up a bit. I'm prepared for that mentally. I forgive myself in advance. I'm not perfect. My life is not perfect and holidays happen. Too often I blow it and give up on my diet(s) because I'm not perfect. Expecting perfection is a dream killer for me. This year will be different.
My holiday's past have run from Thanksgiving Day straight thru to January 1st as one long excuse to pig out daily on anything I want. Thirty-seven days of unrestrained eating all in "celebration" of "The Holidays". January 2nd is an annual day filled with regret and self-loathing for me. This year will be different.
Fail to plan and you plan to fail as the saying goes. I have a plan in place. The thirty-seven days of pig-outs will be compressed down to about 6 or 7 days of giving myself permission to enjoy, mindfully, Thanksgiving, my husband's birthday, a couple of holiday parties, Christmas and my mom's awesome Southern cooking on New Year's day. This year will be different because I am different, and I think differently than ever before. I will treasure the people I'm with more than the food on the table. And, I will treasure myself enough to make good decisions about my body. And, if I should fail in any part of my plan there won't be any self-loathing involved. Instead, I'll choose to embrace my humanity with all it's failures and successes. I'll choose to treasure myself enough to not give up, but instead to move forward towards my goal.
Hugs & blessings to you until next time.