So, first of all, I don't really keep a food log. But if I did, I would have failed today. Not in the recording, which I'm about to do, but in what I'm recording!
As with most of my stories, I have to preface this one with another one. :) I know you guys love me, so you humor me. And I let you.
This weekend, 9 of my friends and I went away for a weekend to play games, watch movies, and eat. A lot. Some people also hiked. Since I only packed lounge wear, I was not one of them. I never left the cabin and I was perfectly okay with that. Monday, when I weighed myself, I would have to say that I gained several pounds. And a little more on Tuesday.
So, today I decided I needed to get back on track with what I was eating. I packed the rest of the cookies I made for the weekend to take to work so I wouldn't eat them at home. When I got to work, I offered a cookie to one of my co-workers and then took them to the kitchen and may have eaten on my way out the door. I then headed to another building to pick up a check. It was Angie's birthday and she offered me a doughnut. Don't get me started on how little self control I have for doughnuts. So I ate one. Then I went to my client's house and to court. On the way back to the office from court, I decided to get a Dr. Pepper from McDonald's (this was not anything new, so it wasn't a deviation. I simply would rather a fountain drink than a can sometimes). But while I was waiting in the drive thru I decided that a McChicken and fries sounded better than the frozen meal I brought. And I had saved a cookie for myself. And the kitchen had a tin of caramel popcorn that I might have had a handful of every time I went to the bathroom or kitchen. And the cookies weren't gone, so I think I had two more. And then we had lasagna for dinner at church tonight...
Fail. Fail. Fail. Fail. Oh, and, fail.
Tomorrow. I'll think about it tomorrow.
one last hurrah (for now)
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