New Year’s Day, the beginning. On a Wednesday. I can’t take a beginning seriously when it starts in the middle.
I’m listening to the drier spin and the cat snore and thinking about what’s for dinner. We’ve been eating WAY too much crap with the excuse that “it’s the holidays” – which is a very poor excuse because we didn’t have family in, we didn’t go TO family, we didn’t throw any parties, we didn’t GO to any parties – we just bought and ate crap because we wanted to.
So I gained back 4 of the 6 lbs I’d lost and now feel bad about myself – which makes me want to eat a pound of cheese.