It was sunny and relaxed and I actually struck up some intelligible conversation as apposed to my mumbling and moving on technique. I felt happy and confident. Trying to stick to the low cal alcohol I managed to go ok with the gin and tonic but seriously ended up a few more than intended. I wasn't drunk but enough to loosen my good food attitude which made for some bad food choices. Mainly too many choices.
I realised today I don't just over eat when I'm sad but also when I'm really happy. I know that sounds crazy but its true. I was in that happy anything flies mode. Oh just one more deep fried wing, I rarely go out whats this one time.... one more g'n't and then I realise I had been saying that for the last 6 or 7. I am only ever doing good when I feel ok. Or when I am in hermit mode. Why can't I be happy and good? When I feel happy I tend not to care about the bad because I don't want to ruin the mood, like if I deny myself something it would be the end of the frickin' world.
Also my face has broken out from all the fatty crap I ate. A mountain range has practically sprung up on face. MY BODY IS CLEARLY SCREAMING DON'T BLOODY EAT IT. Yet as much as I hate the spots and the gains and unhappy times they bring with them its not enough for me to just simply say no.
*sigh* This is not a miserable post btw. I had a great day, I had great night last night at the BBQ and I am looking forward to the week. Annnnnnnnd if the sun hangs around long enough I may even venture out in the skirt. Here's hoping....