The Morning After...

Last night I tweeted about the extent of my 16 hour day.

Twitter / Home: "naomijesson busyday park, McD's, gymnastics, park, coffee, McJournal, laundry, dinner, kisses, school, group work, run 4.3 mi, milk run, blog, tweet&fb"

I quietly signed off but really that wasn't the end of the day.

During my 20 minutes-to-Midnight grocery shop at Shopper's Drug Mart, I lucked out and bought more than the milk I was going for.

When Shopper's has a sale, they have a SALE! I can't believe how cheap I got the kids Kashi crackers, and the Triscuit Thin Crisps, less than 50% off, SERIOUSLY. All while racking up a bunch of Optimum points, the reason for my ginormous wallet I lug around, cards baby, cards.

While winding down from our little 4.3 miler, I was on the laptop catching up on the cyber-world and I had proceeded to eat some Lay's Salt n' Vinegar potato chips that somehow snuck in with my other finds, I mean 2 for $5.00, how can I say NO.

One blog post later and I realized, OhMyGod I ate the WHOLE BAG.

I mean a WHOLE bag, all 235g, you can bet I am not putting that in my Lose It app.

All my runs, eating so healthy and light all week, and then I blow it on cyber-eating. I guiltily crumpled up the empty bag, when I heard the Man stamping down the stairs, wondering if I was EVER going to bed.

I went to bed.

The next morning was fine, got ready, went downstairs, and then I noticed the remnants of S&V chip crumbs and bits on the floor around the island. It wasn't a dream, it had happened and there was evidence that it happened.

I imagined that this was like how an addict felt the morning after they fell off the wagon, after they had been clean for awhile.

I am going to I.C.E. (Intense Cycling Endurance) tonight.

ICE ICE Baby!

Just for penance I hope Sharon KICKS my ASS.