guilt

So, today, mom sent me and Bianca to Twisty Cone to get her and Roger some frozen goodies. Upon handing me their written order, she suggested I get something for all the hard work I've been doing. Now I usually turn ice cream down anyway (in lieu of the intolerance), but not this time. I ordered creamy vanilla ice cream wedged between two medium-sized chocolate chip cookies, and ate about half of it. Now my stomach is gassy, and all I can think about is jumping on the treadmill. I'm ashamed of having consumed such a delectable treat, and want to burn it off. I now know that the key to weight loss and maintenance is to burn more calories (or just as much) as I consume, but remain leery of unhealthy foods. I no longer see fattening treats as a viable option to fill voids, and don't want to ever retreat to old emotional-eating ways. Snacking was the coping mechanism I knew I needed to change, but now I'm looking for a happy medium. Some of the best advice I've ever received is that it's alright to splurge, every now-and-then.