February 9, 2010
So this week I have been bad. Bad. BAD. Started with the weekend and eating a few naughty things without too much remorse. (bad) Then on Monday I got promoted at work, so my man and I went out for my favorite Sushi dinner. (Bad) Then yesterday was taco Tuesday and well since I had just gotten promoted, it was time to celebrate with my friends with $2.50 margaritas and guacamole. (BAD).
I am terrified to get on the scale, I feel sooooo gross and I know I won't like what it tells me. I know I should not worry about it too much - I have to live life once in awhile and indulge when it's appropriate (like celebrating a promotion), but I hate feeling that the hard work over the past month can so easily be lost. I hate the my body is so stubborn to shed any weight, but so eager to gain it back after a day or two of less than I ideal eating.
Ugh. I am supposed to go to the gym tonight with my boyfriend and bff to train for my 5k followed by a yoga class. Honestly, right now all I want to do is eat some nasty greasy hang-over breakfast.
It's probably a blessing in disguise that the McDonald's drive-thru line was too long this morning for me to be on time for work. I guess my hangover will just have to be satisfied with my 4pt+ oatmeal....
xx Rachelle
