I need to be able to say this on Thursday.
After a caving of KFC for dinner, I feel blech. Even embarrassed to admit I had KFC and while yes, it was tasty and quick. The guilt and sick tummy — not worth the feasting.
I’m not entirely sure what emotion I’m abusing the food with but you guys, I have been the worst since the holidays.
Sugar. Salt. Fat. Take-out. Rich food. Too much food.
Eating. Eating. Eating.
And while I’ve started back working out last week, it is extremely only halfway useful if I am eating like a slob! It is really, really hard for me to exhibit self control. I admittedly, struggle.
But that’s it. I have to draw a line.
Do I have a weight goal? Nope. But I definitely have a bikini goal! Tomorrow?
Insanity work-out one.
Run two of the week.
And a balanced breakfast. A balanced lunch. And a moderate dinner.
Keep me accountable, friends!
actually on the line 