Epic Fail

This weekend sucked. I did all of my exercise "homework" while my trainer was away, so that was an accomplishment. I even jogged to keep up with Russell on Saturday. It wasn't very far, but I was pretty proud of myself. We walked a nice loop around his neighborhood.

Saturday I got talked into going to a greasy spoon. My plan was to get the least evil thing on the menu. I was thinking ham and eggs. But darn it, there was a whole mess of delicious looking hash browns on the plate. I really ate too many calories. It tasted SO good though. I can say for sure that at the moment, it was worth it. I'm just afraid to get punished for my stupidity. I had healthy food packed in my cooler in the car. But it felt like I had two puppies begging me to go, so I gave in.

And then there was Sunday. I woke up with a migraine. I think this headache had been brewing for a few days. On Sunday it was full blown with blurry vision and nausea. I just didn't want to eat. I didn't want to move. I kept taking ibuprofen and sleeping. I was planning on going home in the early afternoon, but my laundry wasn't done. I kinda got overwhelmed with how I felt, and how it felt like nothing was going right, and left with some of my laundry, none of my blankets, and got Mc Donald's on the way home. I didn't really feel very bad about it because I was feeling so sick.

One thing is for sure, when I stay with Russell I have to go shopping for ALL of my food while I'm there. There is too much distraction in his apartment with chips and snacks. I have to go prepared or make him come over to see me next time.