I do not intend to make this blog a resolution tracker of any sort, but I do feel the need to tell you my Wellness Plan has derailed.
The same plan I knew I would struggle with, but decided to implement anyway for my own good.
I thought it would take me a little longer before I fell off the wagon.
Day one: this was the day I blogged my heart out and ate sections of my purse (when a girl gets hungry...). I ate a snack of string cheese. My lunch was a salad and my dinner was a quesadilla constructed of just a little bit of cheese, turkey and onions soaked in balsamic vinegar. By then I was satisfied. I made it through the day. And although it took getting myself into footie pajamas and a state of ultimate comfort, I was resolved to not raid the mound of candy that seems to grow daily.
Then Corey walks over with a tray of cookies that are ready to go into the oven.
I was supposed to cut back on sugar.
So, I only ate three.
And then I had four last night.
Oh well. My mom's grandfather had a shot of whisky with his burnt toast every day and he lived to be 104.
Maybe I should try that wellness plan!
Up Next: what happens to me with nothing but a slice of toast and liquor in my belly.