I had spent a whopping seven(!) hours doing some major housework. I had miraculously transformed a disaster zone into a beautiful, nearly pristine bedroom all by myself. I craved a naughty fast food meal, and I deserved it! But no...I'll be good.
So, I go to the kitchen. I get out one of my "salad in a jar" specialties (hmm...I totally need to write about my experience with "salad in a jar"). I grab a cucumber, some carrots, an apple, and a jar of fat free dressing. I'm slicing and dicing my way to a healthy meal. I'm being so damn good!
But then, Heather comes upstairs. She and I have had a rough day spent trying to see who was the bigger bullhead (it's a tie). So, how can I possibly resist when she says, "wanna go with me to get some grub?"
That's how my Weight-Watchers 1-point "Good Intentions" dinner
a belly-busting 24-point reality. (But at least the drink was diet, right??)
In the end, I got to spend some much-needed time laughing with Heather, so it was totally worth it...no matter what the nasty Wii Fit bitch says tomorrow morning while I weigh myself.
And I have that salad all ready for my lunch tomorrow.