Okay, even I am sick of hearing my excuses so all of you must be as well. I have had not only a bad week, but a VERY bad week. I have weigh-in tomorrow and it is not going to be pretty. I am anticipating a major gain and this puts me behind by not just weeks but months. On top of that, whenever I have a terrible week I end up feeling so physically sick that I am reminded as to why I started this journey in the first place.
You want the list? Okay, here it is. Just today: Three Krispy Kreme donuts, 1 mint truffle, a waldorf salad with sugary walnuts (yum), part of Mackson's pepperoni pizza (CalPizzaKitch), and I am planning on going to the movies and I am worried about what I might do when I faced with popcorn, drinks and candy (specifically Red Vines). Having screwed up already today my attitude is something like Who-gives-a-care?
Harold had the test today but we don't know the results. The funny part of it was that they had to give Harold extra morphine to relax some muscle or something. If anyone is familiar with H you know that he doesn't even take a Tylenol when he has a headache. Morphine? Hello! He gets absolutely loopy and it is a crack up. The worst part is that he decided to drive to work after the test, still high on morphine. Stupid, stupid move. Can you imagine a DUI because of a medical procedure?