Why do I even try if I know I'm gonna have a drink?
Well, last night I was supposed to dance a lot, drink a little, and NOT eat the pazole that they offered everyone at the bar. It was a bust. I ordered a schooner of Newcastle...but needed another so I could have a drink in front of me for the NYE countdown. By the time midnight came around and they put the food out on the tables, I had lost my common senses and defenses. I ate chips and salsa AND pazole (pork with hominy in broth). I was not drunk (I drank slowly) but I still had more calories than I had wanted to take in. I only danced once. To make it worse, I've sat here in my room all day today and watched the third season of Dexter (we got all three seasons for Christmas). So, I've eaten too much and haven't moved at all. The weird thing is that the scale says I lost two pounds. I'll bet I've lost muscle because over the last few days I've had a cold with a headache that felt like a hatchet was in my forhead. I was lazy the whole time I was sick, cancelled with my trainer, and didn't do yoga class. I feel punky...like my thighs and butt have atrophied already. Tomorrow, I need to get back on the healthy path. I've worked on this for over a year...I can't let a little thing like a holiday put me in that default mode from before. Oh yeah...full disclosure....I had McDonalds today. I felt gross right after...I swear I can feel it clog up my arteries like right after. I really don't trust clowns, and Ronald is like a serial killer to me. I can't bust him for this, though, he can't kill us if we don't drive through, right? Well, I'll do better tomorrow. I'd better go. My feet are numb from just sitting here.