Wednesday, August 08, 2007
This little piggy went to town on apple beer and cowboy pizza last night. It wasn't a part of my plan. My man and I were having such a good night and we always have so much fun on a beer and pizza night. Why, oh why? I polished off a growler and three slices. Oh yea, how could I forget the pistachios, cheese and crackers I had for a PRE-dinner snack? Why do these tasty indulgences seem so integral to my happiness? I know, even as I type the words, that the opposite is also true. I get so much joy from food, I also get so much heartache! It's like having a one night stand with a stranger. It feels so damn good when your in the throws ... and then... the next morning... you face yourself in the mirror, only to find a dirty little tramp staring back at you! The satisfaction is so fleeting and so easily replaced with guilt. I haven't logged my food from last night yet, but I will... I promise.. I think? I'll do better today.. I've started out with oatmeal and a Latte. I concede the latte probably wasn't the best choice to start offf a post-binge day. I like to use the "core" system when it comes to Latte's... "don't forget your dairy, it's part of the 8 GHG's." Adios Amigos.