Waking up after a night of wine and beer with the family, coming to terms with the sheer amount of garlic bread (aka gross refined white flour and pure butter) that you ate. I guarantee nothing will make you cringe or feel more sluggish.
And to top it off, it wasn’t even vegan which automatically makes me feel worse, because I’m trying so hard. This is the part of vacations that I really really hate. Not only is my family not really veggie friendly, (although it’s starting to look better) vacations are a nutritional nightmare. And let’s be honest here, I could stand to loose a few lbs and it’s especially clear when I’m with my naturally lithe sisters and cousins.
So, I’m kinda frustrated but I’m just gonna keep trucking and buy myself one heck of a green salad for the next five days. It’s best not to dwell on past mistakes and move on, I find. Today is a brand new day.