Ughhhh Bad Life Decisions

I was surprisingly 122lbs. when I weighed just now before bed. Only a half pound gained all day. And considering what was in my mouth approximately three and half hours ago, I should be happy. What was in my mouth? Let me rewind.

One of my friends asked me if I would bake something for an event her club is putting on at the vet school tomorrow, so I agreed. I decided to make these Rice Krispies treat things, but you use peanut butter instead of the marshmallow to hold them together, and on top goes melted chocolate and butterscotch chips, and the whole thing goes in the fridge to harden. Well, after I was done spreading out the chocolate/butterscotch mixture on top of the rice krispies, what did I do with the spoon coated in the sinful mixture? Yep, I put it in my mouth. I regretted it right after I did it, but it was too late. Not only was I pissed because it's chocolate and butterscotch, and therefore full of fat and cellulite, but my stomach has also been angry for the better part of the day, and now it feels even worse! I'm surprised I haven't barfed yet, and not in a forced way. No, my stomach definitely is thinking about doing that all by itself :( Ouchhh.

My stomach started hurting after I ate the little bit of sandwich I had at the meeting today. Yes, I ended up eating some because I was feeling hungry. It was a vegetarian sandwich, and I only ate a little less than half of the actual sandwich, and then I started pulling it apart to eat the insides. I ate the tomato, sprouts, lettuce, pickles, jalapenos, and onions. The jalapenos and onions were on the side, and I put a TON on my sandwich, and then proceeded to eat all of them by themselves, because I love eating jalapenos and onions raw. Unfortunately, I think that is what caused my stomach to be all grubbly. Yes, grubbly. It is a word I have coined to describe how my stomach feels when it's mad. It feels bubbly and grumbly and full of raging turmoil, so I call it grubbly.

Up to this evening, I had only had 550 cals, but I couldn't enjoy it because my stomach felt so grubbly. Which is why I don't know what possessed me to think that putting that chocolate-butterscotch covered spoon in my mouth was a good life choice. It was a very, very bad life choice, because now, not only is my stomach rejecting life, I also can't sleep because I am on a sugar overload. Grumpy. And oddly enough, I feel hunger pangs too. Who knows?

Mood is a bit better knowing that I am 122lbs. as of this evening, and I will either projectile vomit or have explosive diarrhea sometime during the night. Hey, I can't deny that it's a great way to lose weight! Hopefully tomorrow I'll be lower. 121 anyone? I hope so.

Well, I am going to climb in bed and read until I get tired, and hopefully my bellyache will be gone tomorrow morning. This will teach me a lesson not to stick spoons with chocolately badness on them in my mouth anymore! Thank God I despise brownie batter. LOL. I hope I was entertaining to y'all this evening ;)

Love you, Skinnies!

~Sottile