On Saturday, while I was stuck along with several other people at a bookstore as it monsooned outside and one tornado warning after another had our eyes glued to the radar, I allowed myself to be tempted by a slice of cheesecake. At the time, a friend and I joked about it. She has lost a tremendous amount of weight on Weight Watchers and looks great, but she said if she was going to be taken out by a tornado, she wanted to be eating pound cake when it happened. Yes, we were probably fighting a bit of nerves by reaching for comfort foods, but I should have drawn the line at Saturday. Instead, I've let it creep into two more days, and the scales is showing the results of that.
So today, I need to go for a walk. I need to put on some up-tempo music and do some dance aerobics. It'll have the added benefit of keeping me away from constantly watching the latest reports of devastation from across the city I call home. Maybe I'll see if I can go volunteer with some of the relief efforts. I saw some people with Hands On Nashville sandbagging to protect a part of town today, and I had the thought, "Hey, that looks like good exercise as well as a good cause."