Man I am really raging against my band today. After my stuck episode in Detroit I vowed I would never let that happen again. I've been pretty good about it, but you know somedays the band is more finicky than others.
This morning, like a drug addict, I stopped and got some breakfast on the way to work. Not sure why... the shit doesn't even taste that good. Good news is, prior to surgery I would have had a value meal and probably something else, but this time I got a hashbrown. The guy asked if I wanted two for a dollar and of course I just said sure.
First Bite, stuck. Good. Serves me right. But for some reason that didn't stop me once I got to the office. Why can't I just stop? Cold hashbrowns aren't even good! I went through the whole watery mouth thing and almost barfed in my office.
Around lunch time, instead of making a shake like I should have I got a plate of peruvian food from the Monday lunch people in our building. Ate more than enough and then stuck again. It never fails. I can't figure out why I'm doing this to myself.
I'm going to the gym tonight come hell or highwater I need to at least do something good for myself after a day of abuse.