I relapsed. Ooopsies. I worked out Thursday afternoon, walked out of the gym, hopped in my car, and drove 25 feet...to the McDonald's drive thru. As I leaned forward to scream my shameful order to the drive thru lady, I pressed one hand over my face, hoping no fellow gym members would see this shameful display of weakness.
"Ah, yes. Can I please have a Number 2...no onions(who wants to make this healthy by adding veggies?), with a...uh...Diet Coke?"
Yeah, I used to work as a waitress, and I ALWAYS made fun of the fatties who would order a plate of food with the caloric equivalent of your suggested daily intake...followed by a DIET Coke. Yeah, the Diet Coke is gonna justify you eating a 4-egg omlette with 3 different kinds of cheese, bacon, and sausage.
So, sadly to say, I devoured almost every inch of that meal, then I followed the feast with a nap, being that I was exhausted from working out, feasting, guilt tripping myself, etc.
immediately followed by this:
Okay, so I don't have a beard, and I was passed out on my couch, in my living room, but that is really how I felt.