Diet suicide that is. Talk about bad choices. But I knew what I was doing while I was doing it and was not absolutely floored when I stepped on the scale this morning. Okay maybe a little floored. I gained 2 pounds. Were those beers, the bowl of chili with all the fixings, the yummy bean dip and other snacks worth it? I have to say, yes they were. As wrong as that sounds, it makes sense in my head. I had a great time and knew I was making the wrong choices but dammit sometimes you just gotta.
So now the smarter me is taking over and I going to be so on plan this week that its ridiculous. Mmmmmm, pass the veggies.
