I meant to have a great first day of the rest of my life.
I ate old-fashioned oatmeal. I swore I'd ignore the left-overs in the fridge. I ordered a healthy option at Rubio's (Mexican Grill).
And then I developed a headache . . . and I skipped dinner . . . and I turned to the left-overs as if they'd magically cure whatever ails me. Stupid homemade banana pudding. Why must I be so good at creating food that is so bad for me?
The bad food did not help me feel better. And now I'm mad at myself for failing to succeed.
Luckily, tomorrow is another day. I hope I feel well.