I Hate Mondays...
There's a reason for my harsh title. Hellooooo - it's Monday and it's almost the title of the blog hop I'm participating in today.
I only ate the broccoli
Monday is the most "keepin' it real" day of the week. It's just something about waking up with a stiff back that reminds you of the promise you made to yourself last Tuesday that you'd get back on the program on Monday.
I really didn't do that bad on my back to back vacations. On the day with the most food, the only plate I actually prepared for myself had a piece of corn, macaroni salad and broccoli salad.
I wish I could say I was adhering to discipline, but it was just too freaking hot to eat. All the other plates I grabbed that day were to fan myself with.
I stood in line for a funnel cake for about ten minutes with the sun burning through the holes in my Crocs and sweat rolling down my back before I gave up. After that it seemed that I couldn't cool off for the rest of the day.
I did have some french fries after that line died down but the thrill was gone and I passed them on to someone else. It was the perfect opportunity to pig out but I passed on the grilled meats, cookies, brownies, cotton candy, ice cream cones and ice cream sandwiches.
That was a day I definitely drank my calories, cooling my core with snow cones, and rehydrating with water and juice.
Days later I remembered that I never did go back to get my funnel cake and that made me hungry for junk. It started with Chinese Food on Tuesday and ended with Dairy Queen on Sunday. Five pounds might have happened in between but that is unconfirmed. I dare not make my Monday worse than the stiff back that MADE me exercise today.
What's the lesson in all this? Hang around outside to lose my appetite.
Here's the thing... I'm never going to do that on purpose.
Happy Monday!
