It's 5pm, and I am ready for a handful of chocolate or a super sugary coffee drink. I am sluggish and tired. There are cupcakes downstairs mocking me - they really are mocking, I'm not lying- but I am being steadfast and resolute. And I fucking hate it.
As soon as Bryan gets home, I'm going to run to the store to get kale and avocado to make this for us for dinner. It's super yummy and very filling. I usually use only one avocado, though. It doesn't need any more than that.
So that's it. I want sugar, I want chocolate, I want ice cream. But nothing tastes as good as being skinny feels.