I was woefully unprepared. I thought I did good. Started the day with a coffee protein shake (shout out to Owyn for making flavors I like, btw) – I had a double double protein style from In-N-Out that rocked my world, and had good snacks. Then came time to take my kiddo to his friend’s birthday party. I grabbed a water along the way. I got there though and there was cake and ice cream. And I refused it. I’m like “yes, I’m so in.” I wasn’t in. Far from it, actually. Because my sweet baby child had a sliver of cake and a kids cup of chocolate ice cream. Then he ate like four bites of it and declared he wanted no more. And he left it there.

In front of me, unattended.

So, I couldn’t let it sit there. A smarter me looking back would have thrown it away immediately, but I was like I can just try a bite of it right? Wrong. Because one bite turned into two turned into it was all gone. And while in the grand scheme of things it was a very small serving, probably a partial one at that, but I am not in the headspace to handle it and well, here we go. I’m going to go hard on the bike today, and dinner will be boiled seafood and an air baked (in the air fryer) sweet potato with minimal things on it. If I need to eat more after that I’ll have some of my carrot ribbon salad.

The hard part of all this is just trying to keep myself from saying fuck it and eating the world. I should never have gotten one taste of it, cause this weekend is going to be a struggle to detox from sweets again. Pray for a bitch pls.