Well, it’s finally here. The day that I wait for ever year. The glorious day when we finally break into the gigantic bags of candy stored in our office. The day where I eat 4 Reese’s peanut butter cups for breakfast. The day where I can’t decide if I want a mini Kit Kat, Whoppers, a Reese’s Peanut Butter cup or a mini-Hershey’s bar, so I opt to eat them all (and then repeat this transaction a few times).
5:35 p.m. Walk through the door, throw mail and keys on the counter, eat mini Butterfinger.
5:45 p.m. Change into workout clothes, eat mini Butterfinger on the way out the door to go jogging.
6:30 p.m. Back from jogging, eat mini Butterfinger for job well done.
7:15 p.m. Sensible dinner, followed by two mini Butterfingers.
8:00 p.m. Dessert time! Bowl of vanilla ice cream with crushed up mini Butterfinger on top.
10:00 p.m. Bed time! One last mini Butterfinger to help me go to sleep.
Vow to get back on track on Monday. I have a wedding this weekend, and a trip to Five Guys planned for Sunday. Oh, and a couple hundred more mini Butterfingers. But, as a good friend and I have agreed, when you’re on Weight Watchers, it doesn’t matter how far off the wagon you’ve fallen, or how deep in a Butterfinger hole you find yourself, you can always get back on and get back on track :)