I didn’t need this milkshake or the fries. I’m fighting a constant “make my pants fit” battle. But I’ve decided to love instead. I’m working hard to squash the calorie counting, the shaming, and feelings of food regret.
My daughter LOVED going out for lunch today. At one point, she just leaned over and kissed me. I mean, she’s affectionate normally. But this was different, she was so happy to share that shake with me, that she couldn’t stop herself from kissing me.
Sometimes, you just get the damn ice cream and forget about the calories or the workout you’ll have to do to make your calories back. The memories are so much better. ❤️❤️❤️