Resolution Fail

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.

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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.