So, you know in that movie Eurotrip when they all have REALLY bad nights and they all “DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT”? That’s how I feel about the last few days. I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
I don’t know whether it’s my body’s response to junk food deprivation or hormones or what, but UGH. I have zero energy, want to sleep all the time and am SO not interested in exercising.
So, back to the chocolate chip cookies. Thanks to my daughter’s great-grandma, there were cookies in my presence yesterday. Now, she’s the nicest lady ever, and so sweet, but COME ON! Who can say no to Tollhouse, I ask ya! Certainly not me. So, while in the grip of a bout of temporary insanity I had 2(or 3) of them. Gah!
It truly is an addiction. But, despite the cookies and an entire jar of olives (not the giant one either! and maybe some organic, blue corn tortillas), I’m down a couple pounds this week! Woohoo!
I’m trying to be forgiving to myself and be at peace with the fact that this isn’t the end of the world, and that 92% whole foods is way better than 50% whole foods.
I’ll punish myself with the Jillian Michaels DVDs that should be at my house right now…
Maybe. Or maybe I’ll watch a movie instead. But I definitely won’t be eating any Tollhouse cookies. Not because I can resist, mind you, but because they are all gone.
TGIF babies!
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