That's right. I had a bad day. A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Just a stressful day at work. On days like this I would definitely go buy a pack of cigarettes. But I didn't. I wanted to, but I didn't. I thought about it, but I didn't. And I'll be honest......it wasn't because I have a grand idea of health that I didn't go get any....it was because today is day 8 and I didn't want to have to start the count back at one. So I didn't - and that's what I did today that made me feel proud. The rest of the day was a wash.
And I have a splitting headache, so I'm going to go watch Biggest Loser in bed.
Oh, and my Philly cheese steak pasta (recipe I found in Eating Light) was pretty blah. I wouldn't recommend it, and I don't think I'll be making it again.
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