My computer is home and alive. Hallelujah! I missed writing. I tried on the phone but it was hard. I would hit the wrong thing and then it looked like I couldn’t put two words together. So here I am clicking away on these magical keys.
I drank more water last night! Yay! But then I (head hung in shame) ate a pork chop gravy biscuit this morning. I stopped to get tea. I just wanted tea! Then they asked, “Would you like to try our new pork chop gravy biscuit this morning?” and before I knew it I blurted out, “Yes!” And then I ate it and it was so flipping good. What kind of moron am I? I knew I shouldn’t but I did it anyway. I swear to God that should be the theme of my life!
I KNEW I SHOULDN’T, BUT I DID ANYWAY!
Kind of fits actions, men, friends, etc. So screw it! I ate the damned biscuit. I’ll do better later. I won’t eat another one! I will be better tonight.
I WILL behave! I have to behave dammit! No more biscuits of any kind! This is the bad part of being Southern. We were raised on good food. We were taught to eat these fried delicacies that tantalize and torture us until the only sausage you see is us looking like a sausage as we fill our clothes too tightly.
So no tremendous guilt. Just better behavior after a setback. And the upside is I did drink mostly water last night and only have a slight headache.