Whether it was a waste or not, here we are, nearly 11pm and I have had ZERO cardio all day.

It was so beautiful outside, I just wanted to open windows and this encouraged me to get a jump start on spring cleaning. I had hoped I could have broken it up with a DVD to watch while I hopped on the elliptical, but I ended up being so detailed in my cleaning (if I don't wash the walls, who will?) that I've come to this point. It's late, I'm tired.

I was fighting fatigue all day. Didn't want to nap away a beautiful potentially productive day, so to stave off hunger and keep me awake, I ate. Nothing too extreme, but enough to make me realize I needed more in my mouth than I was comfortable giving.

So I ended up c/s an entire fucking bag of cookies. There may or may not have been a bag of chips as well.

But because I'm home alone, I was able to sit down (and watch Celebrity Apprentice!) and just c/s right into a bowl on my lap. At the end of the bag of cookies, I looked into the mess in the bowl - the heap of masticated cookies made me feel pretty good - instead of that floating around in my body, this was in a bowl in my lap, AND I was satisfied, having conquered the need to chew and taste.

No one's home, I just threw another load of laundry in the wash. I'm gonna kick my butt into gear and get in some cardio, knowing my lax tea is waiting for me upstairs when I'm ready.

Hope everyone has a good night....