Compass & Quill

Wow.  Yesterday really threw me for a loop.  Maybe it was waking up early, maybe it was the onset of my womanly issues, or maybe it was just my lack of self control rearing its ugly little head after a few days of relative inactivity.  Either way, I screwed up.  I ate an entire bag of Lays Sour Cream & Onion potato chips for dinner last night, and washed those down with a liter of Diet Coke.  Huzzah – over my day’s calorie allotment by 844 calories, PLUS I didn’t go to yoga.  Oh, and I spent all night watching TV and conveniently forgot that I had a homework assignment due.

So let’s see, that means that I didn’t exercise, ate way too much, did absolutely nothing, and managed to bring my perfect GPA down, all in one fell swoop.  I really amaze myself sometimes.

Not surprisingly, I woke up this morning feeling bloated and not at all hungry.  However, I ate a cupcake for my breakfast.  A smallish cupcake, but it was layered with a thick coat of electric blue icing, decorated with bulbous red and yellow icing flowers.  It was refrigerated (I found it at work), and absolutely disgusting from start to finish.  My fingertips and tongue are still blue.  Needless to say, I have decided to go to two Bikram classes tonight.

I’ve also decided that posts like yesterday’s – puling drivel – will no longer be allowed.  I spent my day writing about how lonely and bored I was, and then went home to self-medicate with food.  Had I spent my day wrapped up in a cocoon of positive energy, I might not have made it to yoga class, but I definitely wouldn’t have stopped off at 7-11 on the way home for a salt fix.

I didn’t weigh in this morning – too embarrassed.