Weekends are hard. Probably because my hubby hates being home so we spend way too much time out and about and EATING out and about. Today I went out on a limb and ordered something with a [wheat] bun (normally I would omit the bun!) and when it came out it had MAYO on it! I went to bring it back and my husband got all annoyed with me... like one blob of mayo isn't gonna kill ya. So I ate that too. Then I got home and figured "what the hell... why not eat this.. and that.. and this... and that.." now I totally understand why people are bulimic. I would LOVE to puke my brains out right now. I feel like crap.
Food is fuel... not an antidepressant. UGH!