Overeating and such.

  Hello world, my how a lot can happen in a week. I ended my detox last week Wednesday, felt skinny all day Thursday and then proceeded to overeat on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. It was as though everyone was conspiring against my skinniness. I mean really though, every single event this weekend was food related and today, we had a potluck at work. Of course I overate. I rebounded from my detox faster than you can say "skinny latte" (which was what I was calling myself since it sounded much more appropriate than mocha chubbins at the time). Now you can call me chubbins again and I really can't get mad even if I wanted to.

  Sigh, I guess I'll have to detox again. Perhaps next month--er, year, since I don't think I'm mentally prepared to sacrifice food for another 5 days just yet. Maybe I should try getting food poisoning again. It was much more efficient and the best part was that I was dedicated to my diet since I hated food for a while.

  In related news, more failed dieting. I haven't worked out all week. I lied--I took Brent's class today and I helped set up a 4-year old's Birthday party at the beach park (now that's exhausting).  I didn't exactly fail but I shouldn't be slacking this much either. I haven't ran or gone to the gym recently so I need to start making that a bigger priority. Sey and Jermaine doubtfully ask me if I'm still running the marathon and I guiltily answer that I'm still planning on it. The problem is, I haven't been running so how can I say that I've been training for it? Sigh, Sascha! Snap out of it, woman!