Well, here we go again.
I worked from 8 am this morning non stop until 8 pm tonight, and let me just say I was FAMISHED by the time I finally left my last appt. Don't get me wrong, I didn't starve through out the day or anything, it was just late by the time I was done with my last appointment, and much later than I usually have dinner, so I got super hungry. After I sat pondering options for a few minutes in the car, I opted for dinner to go from a fabulous little spot close to the office to take home. The portions are pretty large at this place but I've become pretty good at keeping my portions small and under control and even though it's not a necessarily healthy salad that I chose, I trusted myself and my choice so mostly I was just excited for a tasty dinner (You know where this is going).
When I finally got home I couldn't wait to dig in; I opened up the lovely box and began to dig in delightfully whilst chatting with my mom on the phone. As we discussed the latest gossip my phone beeped to let me know that I had an incoming call, and when I looked to see my boss on the other line (at 9 pm at night), I knew something was up. I immediately clicked over and what he had to tell me wasn't the best news I'd heard all day. In fact, it wasn't really good news at all, and before I knew it, I polished off the whole salad, dressing, sour cream, tortilla strips, pork and all. Sigh.
Don't worry, the work thing is fine; just another day in the beauty industry. The whole point of this post is not to crab about work as much as it is to say that basically I'm giving up on this week. While I will still eat on point tomorrow and still work out, I don't have high hopes (or any hopes for that matter) for my weigh in on Sat. I'm disappointed because I wanted this week to be great and it just didn't turn out that way. I know it's my fault; I'm not making excuses. I just hope I can do better next week.