So I just had one of the most debauched Carb Nites ever—it makes my stomach hurt just thinking about it, but I’ll tell you that it started with a mall Cinnabon and essentially went downhill from there.
I woke up this morning with a burning desire to spend this next week being extremely healthy and—key word coming up—disciplined. I’m starting with a pre-sunrise walk to yoga class, where I will mentally compile a list of every single thing I’ve come to believe is healthy for me. Later I will put them on a list, and after that I will do them.
And then when Carb Nite comes up again next, I’m thinking rice and potatoes and bananas sound lovely. Of course that’s slightly unrealistic because next Friday is Halloween, but the thought of fun-sized candy makes me want to hurl right now and that’s the truth.