Well, it finally happened. I missed a day. I woke up and realized it at 2 o'clock this morning. Since it was already technically too late I fell asleep despite my horrible guilt complex. The thought has plagued me all day. I can blame it on an 18 month old. Or perhaps I could blame it on my complete and utter sadness over the Viking's loss against the Lions. Or even the fact that my house was full of people all day.
Blerg.
But the truth is I just forgot. I was exhausted, went to bed at 8, and had snoozed for six hours before I remembered. I guess I can forgive myself just this once. Maybe.
I was able to make myself feel a little better by actually getting back on the elliptical today and staying within my calories. I know it's too little, too late as far as the weigh in goes tomorrow morning, but I'm just glad that I didn't fall completely off the wagon this time.
This weekend was too awesome for me to feel bad about food.
"Give a little love to a child, and you get a great deal back."
~John Ruskin
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