Why?

Why do I sometimes let myself eat mass amounts of food? And then every time I do, I am reminded of why I shouldn't. Went to a steakhouse today with my friend, Ally. We brought the kids. 3-year-olds in a fancy steakhouse. Use your imagination.
Anyway, lunch was really good. I had a big grilled chicken sandwich, sweet potato fries and an ice cream sundae for dessert. Well, 1/3 of an ice cream sundae. I couldn't see eating the whole thing for two reasons: 1) I had helped myself to three cookies this morning after Lissy's school Christmas program. Had to, um....support the school, ya know. 2) After that ginormous chicken sandwich and mountain of fries I had precious little room for dessert.
Still felt like a whale after that meal, though. That's really not a pleasant feeling. Overeating makes you feel uncomfortable, burpy and just plain large. It'd been awhile since I'd had to unbutton my jeans but on the way home, that's what I did. Yes, Sir. The jeans simply could not hold the belly. Yuck!
And then, after a gluttonous day the last thing you feel like doing is working out, right? So no workout today. I am utterly exhausted from being on the go almost continually this week. Prescription: Go to bed early tonight and get at least a one-hour workout in tomorrow morning. Thankfully, there is nowhere we have to go tomorrow (a great rarity these days) so it will feel amazing to leisurely drink my coffee, snuggle with my girl and then work out.
The moral of today's story? Eat well and enjoy your food, but don't shovel it in just because it's there. It's never worth it.