One bad thing that no hike could fix: I secretly ate. This means I consciously ordered something I really had no business eating (a donut), which wouldn't be all bad, except that I chose to cram it in my mouth, wipe off the crumbs and toss the trash evidence before I got home and gave hubby and kids their donuts, like I never had one.
That is the lowest of compulsive eating behavior and one I haven't done in a long time. And as much as I enjoyed the flavor of that donut, it makes me sick to think of how I ate it. It would have been better to come home and eat it in font of everybody instead of eating a lie.
Onward and upward.
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