Yesterday I went to the BP by my office to get a diet BooKoo. A certain person, who I won't name but I do happen to be married to him, had to get up at 5am yesterday morning... Anyway, I was sleepy by lunchtime.
So there I am in the BP, and there my diet BooKoo isn't. They had a million RockStars and RedBulls and BooKoos and Monsters, none of them diet.
I get my diet Coke with lime, and head for the counter. Then Satan shows up, and somehow I end up buying a (smallish) bag of Lay's Salt & Vinegar chips.
This is literally the first time in 6 months that I have just cheated out of pure weakness. I have cheated before, but it's always been pre-scheduled, and with my sweetie. I feel bad... I know it happens, and I am human, and no one can have perfect willpower all the time, and I'm doing really good, and one bag of chips isn't going to make me gain back the almost 30 pounds that I've lost. I know! I still feel bad. I am afraid of heading down the wrong road, just a little at first, and then farther, and then the next thing you know I am in Fatville.
I bet a kickboxing class would burn a lot of calories. Plus, I'd get to kick stuff... I like to kick stuff...