I unknowingly crossed over to the Dark Side :(

I'm going to start posting my food logs again. It was kind of a pain because I couldn't just insert a pic of my sparkpeople page that would fit and still be readable so from now on Im just going to link to the most recent log in my photobucket. If you are really interested in keeping up with what I'm eating, you can click on the link and see for yourself.

I'm afraid I have very bad news for yesterday though. I was doing just fine until dinner time. I took a nap after I finished work and when I woke up I was starving. Still half asleep, I fumbled downstairs with the smell of pizza tickling my nostrils. I remember thinking that it was *just a frozen pizza* and it couldn't be as bad as Little Ceasars or Pizza Hut and they were small pizzas to begin with, so I grabbed three pieces. I know my logic was fuzzy, but I was half asleep and obviously still dreaming about a world where you can consume pizza that won't go immediately to your hips; it was a good dream. I finished eating, went out to our living room to chat with the "fam," watched a little TV and then decided I was still hungry. I walked back into the kitchen and dug out the boxes for the pizza so that I could get an idea about where I was for the day caloric/fat-wise and about had a coronary. Each slice of pizza had 17g of fat per slice!!!! Now, if it was like...THE BEST PIZZA EVER, I might not feel so defeated, but this was crap pizza. I wasted a good cheat on crappy food. Nothing sucks more than that.

I ask E if he was aware that he bought a pizza that would immediately clog all our arteries and of course he said "no." Must be nice not to have to worry about things like that. I secretly hoped he'd finish off the pizza himself and grow girl hips that I could make fun of.

In reality, its my own dumb fault. I'm responsible for what I put in my body and nobody else. Note to self: Nothing shall pass thy lips until thine eyes have shrugged the foggy web of sleep else ye are doomed to leave thine diet among the detritus of failure.

Yesterday's Food Log