At the request if my soon to be trainer I jumped on my fitness pal, again, so he could stalk my food tracking. At first I was all no big deal but now I'm all like wtf don't judge me.
We all know I can't do everything all at once. You either get me with the nutrition OR you get my fat ass working out -- never both at the same time.
That said up until today I was down 2.8lbs. Easy to do when you are over the 24 hour mark on your period and you end up sick for 2 days.
Then today happened. Or rather convenience and laziness settled in around 6pm and we ended up with McDs for dinner and I hate myself for it. Not because it is McDs and everyone says it is so bad, but because I really don't even like it!!! I don't even like it much and yet I ate and now I feel gross and guilty.
Screw you McDs.
All I know is tomorrow is my evaluation and I am NOT looking forward to seeing it all in front of me about how shit I've been taking "care" of me. Life happens and I spend more time worrying about everyone else and as such spend no time worrying about me.
Yes. My priorities are a little fucked.
