So yesterday I did something really dumb. I ate a whole entire pint of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey ice cream. It just sort of happened. I mean, I didn’t intend to eat the whole pint. I just had this intense craving for ice cream; specifically Chunky Monkey. It was so delicious and marvelous, and before I knew it, it was completely gone. I’m still feeling the wrath of it. To make matters worse, I ended up eating two slices of pizza in the afternoon. I just have been feeling incredibly sloppy since then. I didn’t have much today, but came home from work and was hungry, so made a sandwich. Then I fell asleep and woke up and since then, I’ve felt incredibly icky. Ugh.
I’m really disappointed in myself for this whole Chunky Monkey incident. I’ve been wanting to lose weight. I need to lose probably 50 pounds! But all this junk food I’ve been having lately isn’t helping. A part of me doesn’t really even care anymore. I’m pretty much happy with myself. It’s just when I go to try on old t-shirts and stuff that I get upset. I need to start exercising again, but am too lazy.
Today is Apache’s birthday. He is one year old now. We got him a bone and toys. He’s overjoyed, but too bad he has no idea what a birthday is.
I snapped this picture today and I love it. It’s his typical expression; What the hell are you doing? and Why aren’t your throwing the ball I just pushed at your feet with my nose? Poor Apache… he has a long hair on his nose!
