Week 7 already! Did you notice the name change? It’s just wrong and dishonest to call it Fat Buster Friday when there is so much NOT fat busting going on here.
I really thought I was going to jump back on that wagon this week. But things just had to be eaten. Like the amazing Dulce de Leche and cheesecake I made in my pressure cooker (posts on those coming – when I get my fat ass around to it). And I just had to try the fish fry at the restaurant the oldest man-child works at. Had to. It was fantastic, BTW.
So let’s circle back to the fact that this is week 7. I get frustrated and angry with myself when I think about where I could be had a I not fallen off the wagon. But, really, how is that going to do me any damn good? It’s not because I’ll get depressed, then I’ll eat, then I’ll get even more depressed, then I’ll eat some more…vicious circle that I don’t want any part of. So instead I’m going to TRY again. But not until like Monday or Tuesday. I mean, tomorrow’s my birthday and today my kids are taking me to breakfast…and I can’t be expected to decline because I’m dieting…and it’s my birthday so I certainly can’t be expected to deprive myself! As if!!
Happy Fat Ass week friends!