I’ve been craving chicken wings for a few days. I don’t know, that’s pretty random isn’t it? Then, out of the blue I got an invite to meet up with running friends for beer and wings on Friday. Apparently I willed it and the universe obliged. Isn’t that how The Secret works? Hahahah.
Knowing what’s in store for tomorrow, I’ve been doing my homework. I’ve been checking out the caloric content for wings and potentially beer. I know what I can get away with and what my limits should be. I know how much variance I can get away with. That’s right:I’m going in with a game plan! Yes, it sounds all very fastidious, and even a bit overboard; however, I acknowledge that I need to at least make the effort.
I’ve been working hard for the past few months! It’s not that I’m forcing myself to be good. I actually kind of believe this is now part of a good habit thing that I developed. I’ve been doing this long enough that I don’t think I could just go ahead and throw caution to the wind. Of course, once I get there, it might all just go out the window and I might end up eating wings like they were going out of style. Even if that happens, if I do some prep work before hand then it at least minimizes the damage. See, I’ve thought it all out. This evening, I made a pasta sauce that was loaded with veggies. I normally toss in a few meatballs for some protein, but I met my protein reqs earlier in the day. As such, I knew that I could skip the meat. The result was a lower calorie meal. I know what I’m doing. I’m not going to deprive myself of chicken, socialization, or beer. It’ll all work out!
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