So while Bob was out of town I didn't get to exercise as much as I want to, I was waaay more worn out from dealing with the kids solo and I ate whatever I could grab.
BAD BAD BAD!
I ate Beefaroni. Ugh. It made me feel sick.
Of course, now I feel all dejected and depressed about that since I'm determined to not turn 31 and still be all baby fat and lumpy. Blech.
BUT! Instead of moping around and eating Pop Tarts, I'm going to get back into the groove and work out today and not sneak in high calorie foods and then "forget" to log them on my calorie counter.
Why am I sabotaging my own success??