Ha! Vicki here. Forced myself to pilates class where the evil pilates gods install mirrors instead of good old walls. My flushed red puffy cheeks say what I rarely say aloud: I sat up at midnight and found the remains of frozen cake. 2 slices. Ate ’em as I read the paper. The thing is that this habit is as old as my adulthood and I really really enjoy it — sitting up late into the night when no one is around, reading the paper and eating. Yet I know each morning I will be sad that I did this, because of either being tired, or having lost half the morning sleeping in, and from ingesting food my body does not need. Ugh.
My goal here is more about productivity than about dealing head on with my eating. More later. Pedicure time. 🙂
Eat & Spend 