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What said, "Failure to plan is a plan to fail"? And "It's never too late to do the right thing..."?

Were they people who were trying to rub it in? Because once I made one bad eating decision yesterday, it MULTIPLIED with alarming ferociousness.

It started with me purchasing an egg-white breakfast sandwich and bagel with cream cheese at Dunkin' Donuts on my way to a long eight-hour thing. Not a bad decision all by itself - the sandwich was going to be breakfast, the bagel lunch. Only I ate both on the way to the thing.

Then, I skipped lunch and wanted to GOUGE MY EYES OUT by 3 p.m. or so when that woman was still talking about her personal experiences and not anything useful. I sought comfort in the vending machine (emotional eating, I know) and - just because God likes to laugh - the machine accidentally gave me two packages of cookies. With about 550 calories in each package.

I threw one package away, consumed the other one and then went back for some pretzels. And Diet Coke. Only the machine sent out regular Coke. Which I drank.

And by that time, there was no salvaging the day. My ankle is slightly sprained, so there's no working out for me. And I went out, blithely had a few (calorie-filled) cocktails and swung by Taco Bell on the way home. (I'm too embarrassed to say what I ate, but thanks to Taco Bell's nutrition calculator tool, I can tell you it was 709 calories. Not counting the adult beverages.)

But today is a new day. As is tomorrow, and Tuesday. Back on the bandwagon I climb, after treating myself to a medium Shamrock Shake (550 calories, 120 from fat) for lunch...

(I totally didn't know this until just now, but the Shamrock Shake has a connection to the first Ronald McDonald house. Not that it justifies bad nutrition, but it mitigates it just a tad until my next date with the elliptical machine, right? No, I didn't really think so, either.)
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