...as a conscience when you have my oh so reliable stomach? It goes like this: I go to dinner (yes, even though i KNOW I shouldn't. I am spending way too much money AND way too many calories....). I think long and hard about what I want to eat vs what I SHOULD eat. Want wins. I hear Jimminy.... "psst... PSST..... AHEM. PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST! You really shouldn't be ordering that. You know you are going to regret it. You KNOW what's going to happen. You might want to trust me on this.... No? Ok then. Suit yourself.... idiot....." I brush off that pesky little Jimminy and I eat. And eat. And eat. And eat dessert. Lots. of. dessert. "HA!" I think to myself. What does my dumb conscience know anyway!? I might gain a pound, but I know I can lose it. I'm a big girl and I can do what I...... oh crap. My stomach has just gotten word of everything that I have eaten. And it's PISSED. Apparently, my stomach and my conscience are in cahoots about what I should and should not be eating. I should have known. This is not the first time my stomach has taught me a lesson (and sadly I doubt it will be the last). MaybeI should learn that if I KNOW it's not a good idea for me to eat something that my stomach will soon agree. Someday....
93 days down...87 to go!
I feel like I am always with you on a day that has a post like this one... :( I will try to be a better influence and make better choices.
ReplyDeleteAfter tomorrow night. ;)