So much to Marius’ shagrin, I dubbed this weekend “High carb weekend”. Why have I given myself away to eating like shit? Because of the wedding show.
Said wedding show wasn’t so overwhelmingly large that I wanted to die, but two full days of 10am(ish)-5pm(ish) wedding vendor after wedding vendor can really knock even the bravest of girls down a few pegs. I tried real hard to be as open minded about everything as I could be, and I ignored the plethra of pastels and damask…. but I did eat a ton of cake samples, as well as cake pops….punches, savory snacks and bites and lemonadey stuff… And then I wolfed down some pizza for supper.
And for breakfast today.
It’s AMAZEBALLS how much different I feel now— I’m crashing from the carbs and sugar, I’m exhaisted and I get hungry so quick, evne though I’ve been eating regular meals.
Yeah, pizza is rad- but my body needs to cut the starch, it’s just a lot easier for me in the long run. Plus, to be honest, I didn’t miss it as much as I think I thought I would. Win.
I’m off to croak now.