day eighteen: your beat box is a weak box

It is becoming pretty clear why I shouldn't be weighing myself every day, if not for the fact that a shitty day on the scale can equal end-of-the-world emotional breakdowns, as experienced by me yesterday morning, haha.  Thank goodness Mike is an awesome support system and talked me down off the ledge, haha.

Other than that, it's crazy how normal trying to eat healthy and going to the gym every day has become kind of just the same old, and it's been less than 3 weeks.  Mike made me broccoli-stuffed chicken with corn, peas and carrots on the side for dinner, while I played Rock Band.  Afterwards we went and went through the ab circuit twice, and did the 30-minute express workout.  I powered through a gnarly headache, and a sore back from the day before's machines, and then we finished off with 10 minutes walking/jogging on the treadmill, as kind of a light workout.

Came home and my points were already maxed out, and that damn late-night snack craving came to life.  Mike was snacking too, which made it hard not to indulge...my willpower is something I definitely need to work on, haha.