Well, yesterday, I actually did really well on my calories, until about 9pm last night when I had a sudden strong urge for the comfort of pancakes. I never knew, until I moved away from home, just how much comfort I got from my mom's wonderful potato pancakes. (Throw in blueberries and nuts and you've hit perfection.) Now, I am fully aware that my longing for pancakes usually comes during an emotionally stressful time.
And, last night, deep in my self-awareness, I indulged and, I must admit, I do not regret it. Just so you know, they did not come close to my mom's pancakes - as they originated from a yellow box. Nonetheless, it hit the spot and even though it raised my calories, it also raised my spirits (and my serotonin) and warmed my belly. :)
