The whole healthy-eating-being-active thingy hasn’t been working out for me lately. At all.
Last night I ate a bowl of cereal at 10:30 p.m. At lunch today I ate a chicken burrito the size of my thigh. Tonight I dipped super soft, double chocolate chip cookies in French vanilla Cool Whip and shut-the-front-door that was damn tasty.
See what I mean? When I am bad, I am really bad.
And here it is, one week from the beginning of the holiday eating-drinking-baking season which, besides the summer-beach-read season, is the most wonderful time of the year.
I’m not really beating myself up too much because there has been a ginormous amount of stress lately and, well, I fully admit to not having enough coping skills in my emotional tool box. And screaming hissy fits are far less attractive than a chunky ass.
But I do need to get myself back on the healthy wagon.