Oui, je regrette tout ce.
Re Yesterday's Resolved: Have at least three productive hours at work. Stick to my planned meals for the day. Try to strength train, but barring that stretch for fifteen minutes. Spend some really quality time with David. Go to bed by 11:15.
I did everything kind of half-assedly except for the stick to my meal plans. I added cheese, white wine, and a third of a tiny tasty cake to the mix. I regret nothing.
Well, not true. I regret everything like a second after I do it.
Today I regretted not getting up early enough. Then I regretted hating every outfit I own except the dress with the fallen hem. Then I regretted fixing the hem until I was late to work and couldn't eat breakfast. (I did not regret that I enjoyed wearing the dress, I'll admit.) I regretted getting to work late when I had morning meeting (was not late for the meeting, just crankier because I didn't have tea). I regretted going out and instead of one breakfast taco that would have fit into my calorie count just fine, getting two which meant I was walking a tight rope with the calorie count. I regretted coming home and not wanting to eat plain old fruit for a snack and going instead for fruit plus cocoa-roasted almonds and a smattering of nutella.
And that's not all! I regretted my bank account. I regretted the fact that I'm eating salad for dinner instead of something covered in bread and cheese and stuff with more bread and cheese. I regretted that yet again I want to corner my boyfriend and have a whiny feelings talk. (Whiny feelings would be related to the fact that I came home to find like, random food wrapper trash on the kitchen counter, tea bags in the kitchen sink, and food in the drain strainer thingy. Like. I know recent circumstances have led me to say that I will not yell at him about his socks until I am out of credit card debt, but hell no I am not coming home to find ground beef sitting in the sink like we're crack addicts.)
Ugh. All the regret. ALL OF IT. So no doubt I will do something else I regret before the night is over. My guess is that it will be food related, or being very lazy related.
I did everything kind of half-assedly except for the stick to my meal plans. I added cheese, white wine, and a third of a tiny tasty cake to the mix. I regret nothing.
Well, not true. I regret everything like a second after I do it.
Today I regretted not getting up early enough. Then I regretted hating every outfit I own except the dress with the fallen hem. Then I regretted fixing the hem until I was late to work and couldn't eat breakfast. (I did not regret that I enjoyed wearing the dress, I'll admit.) I regretted getting to work late when I had morning meeting (was not late for the meeting, just crankier because I didn't have tea). I regretted going out and instead of one breakfast taco that would have fit into my calorie count just fine, getting two which meant I was walking a tight rope with the calorie count. I regretted coming home and not wanting to eat plain old fruit for a snack and going instead for fruit plus cocoa-roasted almonds and a smattering of nutella.
And that's not all! I regretted my bank account. I regretted the fact that I'm eating salad for dinner instead of something covered in bread and cheese and stuff with more bread and cheese. I regretted that yet again I want to corner my boyfriend and have a whiny feelings talk. (Whiny feelings would be related to the fact that I came home to find like, random food wrapper trash on the kitchen counter, tea bags in the kitchen sink, and food in the drain strainer thingy. Like. I know recent circumstances have led me to say that I will not yell at him about his socks until I am out of credit card debt, but hell no I am not coming home to find ground beef sitting in the sink like we're crack addicts.)
Ugh. All the regret. ALL OF IT. So no doubt I will do something else I regret before the night is over. My guess is that it will be food related, or being very lazy related.