And it was all going sooo well...
I am so fed up with myself.
I was all set for another honking day of TFR... I had a bath running and my bar and a hot choc lined up for bedtime.... then the phone rang.
A good friend of mine was in my hometown, all set to play a gig and then had a major panic attack and couldn't go on. He begged me to go and pick him up and take him home (about 20 miles away)... so obviously, I leapt up and set off.
Half way there I realised how hungry I was, only one shake first thing in the morning and was starting to feel really weak and wibbly.
I started thinking about what I could eat but then realised in the rush that I'd forgotten my wallet - phew! - but, what's this? Petrol money?? Ooooh *eyes flash red and devil horns start to emerge*.
Before I knew what I was doing I was sat in the queue at the KFC drive thru, ordering 3 pieces, a wrap thing AND fries. All of which have all strangely evaporated and I feel quite sick.
WHAT. A. TIT.
I am terrified that I've done it again - the self-sabotage cycle has kicked back in, and I am scared that I won't get back on the wagon properly.
I really don't know what made me do it. I thought through how crap it would make me feel, how proud I would be if I drove directly home etc etc, but then I just stopped thinking and auto pilot kicked in.
Really wanted to honk all the way through.
I'd be amazed if I've stayed in ketosis, will do a test later - just grrr grrr grrrr.
Tomorrow is a new day and I am determined not to let this get the better of me.
Hope everyone else has had a better one xx