Guilt and Tooth Sweaters

Whoa, it's November already - how did that happen?

Good Monday Morning all! So Halloween is over - thank goodness - and it's time to get back to life...and also take stock of the damage that happened this past weekend. If you're like me, the rain on Friday night meant waaaay fewer trick or treaters than usual, so on top of  a nauseating amout of refined sugar in heaps on the floor of my kids' bedrooms, we also have copious amounts of leftover candy. This year, I made the impulsive decision to buy mini chocolate bars instead of the usual craptastic mix of colorful rubbery chalky sugar shapes, which may have been unwise. I mean, few trick-or-treaters plus a ton of extra mini chocolate bars ended up being a somewhat lethal combination, at least as far as my health and fitness goals are concerned. But you know what?

I refuse to feel guilty about it. I mean, how easy would it be to get all down, beat myself up over it, and then decide that the year is screwed and I'll just start again in January?

Pretty easy. In fact, me ten years ago would have done just that. Instead though, I'm going to embrace Monday as the fresh start that it is, and put a little extra effort into eating clean this week and pushing forward with the tough-ass workout program I'm working on. Oh, and push-ups! Gotta love push ups. Because to hell with food guilt! It doesn't get anyone anywhere, and there's no point in allowing yourself a weekend of debauchery (heh heh) and then feeling too guilty to enjoy it.

Gather 'round, kids, and we'll do a thought experiment. (Credit for this one goes to fantabulous nutrition coach Kate Kline).  Imagine for a moment that you're lying on the couch one Friday night after a long and productive week. You're bagged, but you're reading a really good book and you can't put it down until the end of the chapter at least...but it's getting hard to make your eyes focus.

And the next thing you know, the sun is shining in, you're still on the couch with your book on your face, and...your teeth feel like they're wearing little sweaters because you didn't drag your butt off the couch and brush them last night. Also your breath smells like you spent the night licking sweat off a bull's balls.

Too graphic? Sorry. Kind of.

Okay, so do you decide that screw it, there's no point in brushing your teeth until Monday now since you dropped the ball on Friday night? Or...do you go straight into the bathroom and brush your teeth - and pay some attention to doing an extra good job?

You know what I'm getting at. Stay tuned team, cause up next is gonna be a review of: