There is no "old me" or "new me." There is just me.

So yesterday, I gave into the feeling that I deserved to eat whatever I wanted because I had had a rough day.  Unfortunately, what I wanted was A LOT of pasta!  In the past, I would have considered giving up on the whole thing.  "Apparently I can't do this."  Today I remember that messing up isn't giving up.  I'm not giving up.  Tonight, I'm going out with my husband.  I know I will be going over my goal calories for the day. That's OK sometimes.  I don't have to be "perfect" all the time.  How boring.  I do plan on working out though.  It's all balance.