I own a small cafe, which means I’m around food from open to close. When I started, I weighed 336.
I told myself 250 was the first checkpoint, not the finish. This morning, before the first order, the scale read 249.6. No fireworks.
I still had to frost scones and wipe down the case. But I didn’t graze on the cracked cookie bits while closing up.
I portioned my lunch, ate it standing over the prep sink, and stopped there. That’s the win I’m taking. The food still tempts me, but it doesn’t run the whole show anymore.
If you’ve cleared an early checkpoint, did the day feel ordinary or did it hit you later?