To backslide is human, to forgive yourself is the only way to move forward. Even his holiness the Pope has sins that he must ask for forgiveness for.
This weekend was one of ‘those’ weekends. The birthday celebration was for my adult son, the day before he returned to his Naval duties on a submarine in Hawaii. This called for a celebration and we went to our favorite Kansas City ribs joint (Jack Stack) and enjoyed lots of things on the ‘non-sin’ list, but a couple of things that were sins. I confess that I really enjoyed my one-third of a lava cake with ice cream, and my one third of a big plate of french fries. Definitely ate the wrong kind of sugar and processed potatoes, probably ate the wrong kind of fats.
At the movie just an hour later it was all I could do to keep my eyes open for the 3D spectacle of the back story of Sleeping Beauty. Warfare and CGI wizardry are no match for the chemical depressants your body turns sugars and carbs into. The wife fared no better, and by the time we got home it was lights out. A few weeks out of the wasteland of the typical US diet have left us totally unaccustomed to the ill effects of one night in it.
However, we live to fight on! The struggle is renewed, and I am sure that by this time tomorrow all of the negative remnants will be gone from my system and I will be back on track. One of the best strategies for breaking bad habits, eating or otherwise, is to not see one lost battle as the end of the war. The war on sugar continues. I have absolved myself of my sins this weekend, and I will think of them no more.
Go easy on yourself if your Father’s Day celebration involved unusual amounts of sweetness, just don’t make it a habit.