Bringing me to my next point (I promise, there's a point), I've discovered that I'm most definitely an eat-when-I'm-happy kind of gal. If I'm feeling stressed or bummed, food is not the fix, but good gravy, if I'm having a grand time, bring on the snacks! Quite the pickle because being that I'm really a happy clam, generally speaking, that tends to equal me eating (rather carelessly) 98.4% of the time. And since I have beautiful people in my life that make me feel special and important, I have to blame them for eating fried pickles (pun intended) and macaroni and cheese last night. Sorry guys, I love you, but this is totally your fault.
FRIED PICKLES, people. Who does that?
I'm always amazed by the "slippery slope" that becomes of poor food choices. And while a few munchies here and there are nothing to blog about, a whole weekend of foods that are made of regret and indigestion is probably something to marinate on for a minute. It's like the freedom of the weekend sends my sensible side into a tizzy, leaving my less than regimented side free to wreak havoc on the ole' bod.
The point is, when I'm totally content, I don't stop to consider what I'm putting into my body and quite frankly that will almost always lead to a feeling of discontent shortly thereafter. Exhibit A. waking up this morning was absolute torture, I actually felt like a slug trudging through the apartment.
SO this week will be made of good decisions! Strong-willed, clear-minded, educated decisions! Besides, I have to start training for a team competition in October. The idea of people counting on me
Oh and in case you were wondering, I had fries last week. Twice.