So…what I meant to do tonight: come home from work, go for a jog, make some grass-fed steak with steamed broccoli, watch some TV, do some reading, go to bed, etc., etc., etc.
What I actually did tonight? Went out for beers with some friends, purchased and ate $3 burger basket and fries (with bun – eek!), stopped at HyVee and bought (and then subsequently ate) a Whitey’s Moose Tracks malt, and then satiated my salt tooth with some pistachios.
And now I am sitting on the couch, watching X-Files, waiting for the inevitable stomachache. The headache has already started.
I blame my fall off the wagon on a picture of delicious Mexican food posted by a friend of mine on Instagram. The cheesy deliciousness could not be resisted. It could only be satisfied by ingesting copious amounts of wheat, sugar, and dairy.
Ah, alas, tomorrow is another day. I will be good tomorrow, I swears.
