Thy name is Fail...

Yesterday was rough. It seems that no matter how hard I try, I can't get food off of my mind. If I'm not worried about what I'm currently eating, I'm thinking about what I'm going to eat next or what I can and can't eat or what I will allow for right now but starve myself for later. Ay-yuh! What a vicious cycle! I think that, despite my weight loss in the past, I still have the brain of a fatty. Which is okay, I just have to stop myself before it gets too bad.

BUT I'M TRYING!

And isn't that a good thing? Yesterday was one of the first days in a long time that I tried to eat right and super healthy. Nothing unnecessary went into my mouth (haha) and I think I did a pretty good job. Well, that is until after my workout. My friend Kristen was celebrating her birthday yesterday and to do so her and a bunch of her friends (including me) went to Fentons Creamery in Oakland. Who can turn down Fentons? Not Pixar and definitely not me. So we all went and had a great time chatting it up and eating garbage until about midnight. Either way I didn't feel too bad about it because I had been doing so well up to that point and I plan on continuing to do well today. So far all I've had is oatmeal and coffee. For lunch I brought salad. Take that, jiggle!

Sigh. I'm tired. And sore.

I stubbed my finger on a medicine ball yesterday.

Ouch.

You only live once.

-MJ Gurulé