It's been a long day for the Vickers' crew. Bekah has caught B's stomach bug, and felt horrible all day. I have been very little help while at work, so I did what any guy would do to help his sick wife, I picked up dinner on the way home. The closest restaurant to our house is McDonald's, so this genius picked up Happy Meals for his kiddos and a snack wrap for himself. I bought an extra fry and chicken McNuggets just in case B didn't want a burger (which was a good move, because the kid wouldn't touch the burger). I didn't realize their meal came with fries and apple slices, or I wouldn't have bought the extra fry. I proceeded to bring this greasy food home and my children and I dug in. The wrap was grilled, so I was good there, and I had a couple of the extra nuggets. The problem was I found myself eating the fries. I really don't know how many I ate, because I gave some of them to the kids and there were some left over but I really feel lousy after eating them. The grease is terrible, and it just sits so heavy on my stomach. Not only that, but we have a stomach virus going through our family which E and I haven't had yet. And I brought the worst food in and gave it to both of us. Like I said, I'm a genius (said with boatloads of sarcasm). Even though I've done pretty well since my last weigh in, I'm really wondering if I may have ruined this week's weigh in with tonight's dinner. I need to do great tomorrow and Wednesday if I'm going to make progress on losing my butter half.
My calories were within their limit today, I just made the mistake of eating McDonald's. This isn't a mistake I'll be repeating anytime soon. The picture above show what you feel like when you go running with a belly of french fries is miserable to say the least. Here's to a better day tomorrow.
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