I’ve been stuck in a familiar rut lately. I’ve been eating and drinking whatever I want, whenever I want.
Long story short, Cory and I agreed we’d tighten the reigns at home, cut the crap, and hold each other accountable. At least until we started feeling good again*
Yesterday I had eggs for breakfast, turkey roll ups, almonds, and celery with a laughing cow cheese for lunch, and a salad for dinner.
My thoughts throughout the day were as follows:
9:30 AM, two hours post-breakfast: I’m certain that my stomach is eating itself.
10:15 AM: I want French Fries.
10:17 AM: Just thinking about vegetables make me want to vomit.
Noon: Maybe my jeans are just tight because I washed them two weeks ago.
1:00, Lunchtime: I’d rather be fat and happy than skinny and miserable.
1:22 PM: The “chew gum to curb cravings” trick is a crock of shit.
1:30 – 4:30, Day dream of fried Oreos: I’ve never had a fried Oreo, but I think I’d like it.
4:30 – 5:30 PM: Body Flow/wonder if anyone in the room is as hungry as I am.
5:30 – 5:45 PM, on the ride home from the gym: Don’t forget to refill your prescription. Maybe I should stop at CVS. CVS has M&Ms. CANDY.
5:47 PM: Cory, you love me no matter what I look like. Right?!
5:55 PM, when I realize I didn’t take the pork tenderloin out of the freezer, foiling dinner plans: What do I want for dinner? Panera’s broccoli cheddar soup in a bread bowl with a side of baguette.
7:12 PM, After decision was made that we’d have salads for dinner: I hate grilled chicken with a undying passion.
8:25 PM: Seriously, Target? Why in the fuck do you have bathing suits out right now?
9:10 PM: Chocolate. Caramel. Ice cream. Swedish Fish. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SWEETS!
9:12 PM: I’d rather walk over hot coals than watch this episode of Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives.
9:13 PM: There are no carbs in fro-yo.
9:45 PM: Maybe if I got a spray tan I could stop all this foolishness…
10:00 PM: I’m so tired, but I’ll never be able to sleep on this EMPTY STOMACH.
~10:07: Passed out (probably due to severe hunger.)