So our microwave broke last week. Made reheating leftovers more difficult, but we stuck with our diet...until the night Matt decided to install the new microwave. It was such a stressful event and took far too long. My kitchen was rendered completely useless during the whole ordeal, leaving us to resort to Whataburger. I know. Awful. And because we didn't make dinner that night, neither of us had a lunch for the next day. Taco Bell. Terrible, darn it. And so one bad meal has continued into three days of bad eating habits...like a freight train on a downward slope...it just keeps gaining momentum and becomes more and more difficult to stop the longer it's allowed on that path.
Tomorrow sees and end to it. Promise.
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