1982nodak- Журнал, 14 мар 19

I have no idea what I weigh. This week I have a sticky note over my scale that says PEACE and a note on the fridge that says Nothing tastes as good as PEACE feels. And I never feel peace after I eat unhealthy, only guilty.

However, this week has probably been a bust. I'm an ACT coordinator for a local school and we had the ACT this week and that is so much work it wore me out and afterwards the school orders pizza for everyone and I had two pieces with an ice cream sandwich, I wasn't feeling like myself I had a fever and had lost my voice by the end of the day.

Yesterday I called in sick and didn't even crawl out of bed to watch TV until 11AM. I lived on theraflu and ginger ale which is all sugar. Then my husband brought home ribs and Keto friendly sides but lets face it BBQ sauce is full of sugar.

I'm back to work today and I don't know why I thought today would be a good day to intermittently fast, due the theraflu has sugar in it and so I'm not really fasting. And because all that is in me is sugar I'm starving and lunch is several hours away. So I might not be binging or eating to many calories, but I've been completely inactive, laying in bed and sipping sugar filled drinks. So much for PEACE.