So I fell off the wagon today.
Okay, I am lying. I have actually been kind of dangling over the edge since Easter, but today I full on took a flying leap right off the weight watchers radio flyer. I won't detail every item that was consumed today but I will tell you there was a cherry pop tart (okay 2), a snack size kit kat, some crackers with mozzarella cheese and a WW lemon snack cake. And since the last item belongs to the wagon, I don't think it counts. Right?
I also had the equivalent of 5 diet cokes. And the day isn't over. I think I need an intervention. Maybe even rehab. Or a box of milk duds. Oh how I love the duds.
And yes, I am feeling it. I am sugar high buzzing like I used to in my early twenties. Ahhh I was such a crazy kid back then.
Oh I'm gonna be hurtin' tomorrow. What cures a food hangover? Anyone know? Because I am thinking it's a quarter pounder with cheese. But no pickles because that would make it gross.
Please, someone, anyone . . . help me! Lead me through the serenity prayer. Or at the very least meet me somewhere for a pizza.