So, losing one battle should not derail the progress train, right? God, let's hope not because, yesterday, the train sort of jumped the tracks courtesy of a handful of Chex Mix, a couple of servings of Goldfish Pretzels and a package of the Man-Cub's fruit snacks.
To my credit, I resisted anything featuring more processed sugar than the fruit snacks but, not without a degree of difficulty on par with throwing a triple Axel off a diving board while wearing Rollerblades which is to say, it was not easy.
Welcome to PMS Hell Week, where initiation into the sorority of Phi Betta Fatty consists of craving sugar until your teeth literally ache, the absurd desire for carbohydrates featuring as much fat and salt as is scientifically possible and a sudden decrease in energy, stamina, willpower, dedication and common sense.
Yaaaaayyyyy, Sisterhood!!!!
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