The alarm sounded this morning at 8, about an hour later than my usual weekday wake-up. The night before I had quietly promised myself that I'd manage to fit in a short run before going to work for 10am. However, when the alarm sounds all that promise is gone from my head faster than I could press SNOOZE! 39 minutes later...I frantically jumped out of my bed and raced to the shower, knowing full well the sh*tshow about to ensue before of my broken promise. In all my haste, though, I do manage to make myself a protein shake with berries and bananas for breakfast. Mmmmmmmm, Mmmmmmmm good AND healthy too! I packed a delicious salad for lunch and I headed out to work with the best of intentions.
By 10:38am, I find myself daydreaming about nachos and hamburgers...while sugar plums danced in my head. I think if I promise to run after work doesn't that make a nachos/fries/hamburger lunch sound pretty reasonable?!?
An hour has passed and I compromise with my inner demons and eat a BLT with cheese and mayo. Hell, it can't be that bad, right? After all, it certainly isn't nachos/fries and a burger. But what happened to that salad you ask? Well don't fret I crushed it too with some creamy ranch dressing...YUMMY! Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse I found myself standing in the dessert fridge, at my work, debating on whether the pecan pie or the carrrot cake would be healthier?!? WTF is wrong with me??? Only three days ago I promised to set myself right, to start down the road of healthy eating and to start winning my personal war against my wardrobe. Needless to say I went for the carrot cake, because some vegetables are better than none right???
So in the battle against the bulge and the war against my wardrobe:
Bulge/War = 1
Erica = A BIG FAT (and I mean fat) ZERO!!
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