Ice cream = guilt
Yesterday started off well enough. I walked for 45 minutes on the treadmill and 30 minutes on the stationary bike.
Seriously. Yesterday was tough. I could not get satisfied by anything. I tried various things, but nothing was doing it for me. Ya know?
I knew what I wanted. Ice cream. Of course, I didn't have any. I went to bed without.
Last night when I went to bed I resolved that today was going to be better. Not so much.
I didn't eat breakfast until noon. Finally, this afternoon, I went to the grocery store and bought ice cream. I ate a gigantic bowl and threw the rest away.
I feel sick. But, hopefully, it's out of my system now.
I'm going to go to the gym tonight and start again tomorrow.