Because I think that might be the ONLY WAY to make me stop going to Moe’s for a twice-weekly burrito fix.
I wish I were kidding.
So, I was sick last week, right? Right. We’ve covered that. I’ve whined about it. I’ve tweeted about it. I’ve Facebooked about it.
You’re all sick of hearing about it.
So am I.
Once I finally felt like eating again, I overcompensated for the fact that I’d been sick.
I had burritos TWICE. And I stopped putting my food into MyPlate on livestrong.com. And I had too much barbecue on Friday evening at the faculty dinner (but I’d had virtually nothing to eat all day, so it’s kind of a wash, right?? RIGHT???).
And? I had ice cream. Twice. Beautiful, sweet, Chocolate Trinity goodness. And there might’ve been five (yes, I counted) Milk Duds that went into my mouth on Saturday evening. Maybe. (OKAY. There most definitely WAS…)
And it was “THAT” week, y’all. So I pretty much Hoovered whatever was in my grasp whenever I had enough energy to do so and willpower to force the food past the sore throat.
::sigh::
Weight this morning: 194
I lost half a pound. Which isn’t TERRIBLE, all things considered. But it’s not great.
At one point last week, the scale said 192. And then all hell broke loose.
I solemnly vow to NOT eat burritos this week. No matter what. And then we’ll see what happens next Monday.