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I can't wait to get this crap out of me, literally and figuratively! Saturday started out right. I brought a cooler with cut up fruits and my Melba toast to snack on. When we got to the beach it was freezing, windy, drizzly, and cloudy. Lunch was decent. I ate the chicken breast and limited what I consumed of the black beans and rice. I fully enjoyed the chips and queso assuming that the rest of the day would go as well.
Afternoon snack was great as well. I finally got to take advantage of the snacks I brought and enjoyed them.
Then, dinner. If it was up to me, we would have had dinner before shopping. But my friend is unfortunately the type to make things unenjoyable if its not done on her schedule. So we shopped first, and it got late, and then she wanted to see a movie before dinner. I got the kiddie tray at the theater, which made a nice snack. I could have gone the rest of the night without eating, but with my friend you never know what she has in store. It was 50/50 on whether I would starving by the time we returned to the hotel or full.
Well, after the movie she finally wanted dinner. Since it was my cheat meal, I ordered a cheeseburger and fries. The burger was good, the fries too but I only had an appetite for a few. What do you know, she immediatley wanted to go back to the hotel and go to sleep afterwards. That is hardly my eating schedule! My stomach quickly became upset in the middle of the night, but one thing about me is I have a hard time going when I'm in an unfamiliar place.
The next morning started off on track again. We slept in so my morning snack was around 11am, and I could have been good until 2 or 3 to have lunch. But here we go with my friends schedule. She too had a snack and coffee drink, but at 1230 she's pulling over for lunch. I had chicken fingers and fries. I ate a few, then ate the rest around 2. In the last hour of our drive, she mentioned that we never ate the sweets we brought, and I wanted them because I am allowed 1 dessert on my cheat meal day. I didn't want to miss out and go another week. We smashed a bag of Twizzlers and I immediately developed a sharp headache.
Let's just say, that I couldn't wait to get back to my food and my eating schedule. I'm so appreciative to be at work today, and I can't wait to get this crap out of me. I don't like how I feel, none of it gave me positive energy. Is it weird to say that I don't feel clean on the inside? I don't. I feel gooped up and greasy. Its a good thing that my body seems to reject bad food after I get it running efficiently. As long as I don't have it often, then things like this just pass on through.
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