Why
I just ate a sleeve of club crackers, reduced fat, with ranch dressing, light of course, squeezed on each and every one of 'em.
Why? Because I was hungry.
Why? Because it tasted good and I didn't want to stop.
Why? Because my ass is still torn up (but better) and I'm tired of eating what I've been eating.
Why? Because I'm sick of working on this transcript already.
Why? Because I don't want to be accountable.
Why? Because I truly find comfort in food. It's my drug of choice.
And then I ate a WW meal, you know, because I'm watching what I eat.
Have a good one, Girls!