I feel like absolute crap. Lost all control today. Well, and last night. Was good for the most part. Went to Denny's (don't judge me... i needed unlimited coffee and space to work on a project where no one would bother me...) I got the pulled bbq chicken sandwich with the fiesta corn (corn w/ pico de gallo and green peppers) and "dippable veggies" which wasn't bad. But I finally gave into my cake temptation and got a slice to go. I ate it while watching Golden Girls and feeling guilty yet so wonderful during every bite.
Tonight wasn't a good night either. It was my friend's 40th birthday and she had a party at her house. I had some Jell-o shots, some wine, a couple tequila shots, pizza, chips and 7 layer dip, and some cheesy bread. Thus the reason I feel like crap. I'm not used to eating like that and it's just sitting there, like a bump on a pickle.
I neeeed to go back to the gym. I neeeeeed to remember this feeling and not do it again. I neeeeeeeeeeed to stick to my plan and keep on truckin. Otherwise this will kill me. Literally.
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