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PROBABLY BECAUSE I DIDN'T
I forgot that since I gave birth pizza makes me ill. It gives me horrible acid reflux, indigestion, gas and diarrhea to name a few things.
Tonight my mom and sister wanted Papa Murphy's.
You'd think with all the horrible side affects I would have held up my index fingers like a shield and said nuh uh. Not me. No thanks. No pizza for me.
I didn't do that.
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Not to mention I momentarily had a lapse in what day it was and forgot tomorrow is my official weigh in day. DUHHHH. Gee Krissy, why dontcha just down a jar of salt for all the sodium you just devoured. Now I'm gonna puff up like a balloon and the scale is gonna be mean to me.
I hear ya
It's my fault
I know... I chose to eat the dang pizza... I know
And now I'm sad . . . .
Even though I stayed in a good calorie range
The fact that I feel like this after eating what I ate is proof alone that I shouldn't have.
I'm an idiot...
Now, I'm gonna go curl up in a ball and pray my belly ache goes away
Or maybe I'll barf and feel better... Nah
I don't wanna barf... all I probably have left in there is stomach acid and I'm sure it'll burn my esophagus. UGH
Wish me luck
I need it
And if your scale knows Murphy (my scale) tell your scale to tell him to go easy on me . . .
Yeah, I know... That won't happen
The Fat Chick