An example of failure in the lesson of self control.

Let's get this out of the way.

Right now, this is how I feel.



So my second weekend into this thing, I slipped up a bit. Okay let's be honest, a lot. Ugh. I had good intentions though! I just, didn't follow through… Friday night wasn't too awful. I considered my "cheats" to be the delicious grilled corn on the cob and a couple s'mores by a campfire. If you're going to cheat, then, there are certainly worse ways to do it.

Saturday started off great. Had chicken sausage for breakfast and a salad and chicken for lunch. But i was so excited to be out of my house and not at work, so lunch turned into watching the soccer game, turned into stopping by a party, turned into getting a night cap out.

However.

I somehow managed to eat well through all of that.

Small wins, Corey. small wins.

So I got a little overzealous and had a few cocktails. A few. I'll tell you what though, I'm pissed at myself today. I feel gross, I look gross, my brain is trash and I have so much to do but absolutely zero motivation. So, I'm pissed because this is not how I wanted to end my weekend.

And! Oh, the best part. I meet with the trainer today at 5. Pretty much the last thing in the world that I want to do today. I'm going to consider that my punishment.

I've learned my lesson. I hope.

I will check in later after the trainer, hopefully. If my fingers still work.