Did you hear that?

What was that loud crash?

Oh yeah. That was me, falling off the wagon.

This was not a good week. I can make a lot of excuses for the bag of chocolate chips I almost finished, and the hershey kisses I ate,and the cupcakes + frosting, plus the McFlurry the other day – like oh the snow wasn’t plowed, I was stressed, I had to make cupcakes for the kids’ Valentine’s day party – but the truth is, I gave in.

The stuff was in my house, and I was too weak to resist. This is why I haven’t bought any sugary snacks in weeks – because I knew if it was here, I would eat it. I thought maybe since my cravings have subsided, that I would be safe. But when those receptacles for frosting – I mean cupcakes – were in my sight, smelling so sweet and tempting  sugar-craving monster found its familiar place on its shoulder and picked up right where it left off.

I’m certainly not proud of this setback, but it is what it is. All I can do is put it behind me and start again.



I just caved and ate a granola bar. A granola bar is one of those sugary, crap foods that is disguised as “healthy.” Unless you make your own, it is really no better than a candy bar. Especially the kind I just had – with chocolate chips and a chocolate-covered bottom. I don’t even know why I went to the kitchen and opened the pantry door. Its like something took control of my limbs and made me go in, reach for the box and devour the fake health food. Then, of course I immediately felt guilty and ate some baby carrots, like that would erase the what I had just eaten. 

Also my entire body is sore from yesterday’s workout. I decided to start weight training. So today I am walking around like I am 97 years old. I also did a spinning class this morning, so I’m beat, but I needed to take advantage of the hubby being off today and being able to go to the gym sans kids. My body is in definite protest. I’ll be taking a rest day tomorrow. From working out, that is. There is no such thing as an actual rest day, is there? Like where all you do is rest?