At the beginning of the week, I went to McDonalds. I ate it in my car in their parking lot. I ordered a McFlurry as well. I ate half of the dessert and was full. I ate the other half of it just so that I could leave the trash in my car so the neighbors wouldn't see the fat guy getting out of his car with McDonalds trash.
Sadly, this event represents this week past pretty accurately.
I'd like to say I haven't been deliberately avoiding you, blogosphere, but you know. Anyways, I've been staying late at work, barely gotten any exercise in, broke my laptop, and have been in a continued rut emotionally from last week. It is what it is I suppose. I ordered take out 3 times, and last night we went to Coldstone and I got a bowl of their new "Oreo Creme Filling" ice cream with crushed Oreo's in it. Yep. It was terrible. Never buy it. I lie to you for your own good.
I did not weigh myself yesterday, and you can't make me.
My scale is broken.
The floor is broken.
Gravity is broken.
My excuses are broken.
Just leave me alone already, dammit!
Fine. I gained 6lbs this week. Yeah, gained. *Sigh* Where do we go from here? Diet/exercise/me reevaluation time I suppose.