Ook soo yesterday was a blurr. I didn't even get out of work until 8pm... thats the NYC work ethic. Soo as I'm heading home I feel a bit woozy, light headed actually. And I feel desparate. On an normal day I would stop somewhere and have a slice so I didn't keel over in hunger, but no. I am on this to win it! No cheating, its not even a question... but as I slowly drag myself to the PATH station I begin to panic. Starving shaky and exhausted I head home not allowing myself to think about it.
Once home I look for the heaviest item in my dinner box! Yumm Chicken Florentine with Fettucini Sauce. Can't wait! Yet as I remove it from the microwave I get nervous. The sauce is kinda... gray. And the smell is well... stank. I take a bite UGH. NASTY! I hold my nose and slurp it down as fast as possible. Nauseous the rest of the night thinking about what I just ate... I head to bed. Disappointed in my meals of the day.
However because I had been so good on my plan I was planning to lose some more come Tuesday Morning...
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