Soooooo... t'was an interesting and busy weekend that came to a rough end yesterday. Due to some technical issues I missed my early Monday gym trip, but still the day started off like any other and then all shitz hit the fan. I did some SERIOUS stress eating *sponsored by taco bell* and everything else went out the window.
To be honest I don't even give a twirly shiz about the gain that came with this binge, because I see it as another level of victory in dealing with my old demons. The old me would have emptied her guts in the toilet after eating all ze fewds.... the me from recently would sit and suffer after said binge and be guilty and miserable... but this me... the me from this past 24 hrs... well that me shook it off and got her ass to the gym and put in work instead.
It happened... I survived... I'm ookies... and I'm glad I got it out of my system in a more healthy manner than I used to.
I'm refreshed, recharged, refocused, and ready to get back on my grind! 👊😎💪