Tomorrow begins a new work week. It's also the week my firstborn turns 6. I vow right now - I will NOT use this as an excuse to binge on anything I want to have (despite the fact that she requested I make my homemade pasta alfredo for her birthday dinner). I will have the CORRECT portions.
I will celebrate with family instead of using the celebration as an accepted form of binging. Yes, there will be cake (made by yours truly). Yes, there will be ice cream (courtesy of the Schwann's man), and yes there will be pizza (straight from Pizza Hut). But so what? A whole plateful of that stuff will make me feel like crap and make me hate myself for days.
Nothing's going to change unless I change it.