[capt_noonie]

I hate weighing every day. It is a mind F***.

I did terrible yesterday. I was starving at 5pm. Usually at 4 we have a snack. But Sundays we get off work at 6 so bf said lets just wait till we get home. I had bought a nice piece of flounder from the japanese market and it had eggs in it too! Also a nice piece of salmon for sashimi.

Well I had that and then some! Lunar New year is coming soon, and MIL brought home these, well I don't even know what they are called in English, but they are like Chinese tamales but in log shape. Sticky rice outside with various meat and bean fillings. You cut off a slice and fry it on the pan. Bf made two pieces for himself. Did not eat any of them.

Meanwhile I ate my flounder, sashimi, the big fat chunks off the tamale, and a big hunk of baguette with a big pat of butter. I got too buzzed with drinking and not enough food in my stomach and I did not make the best decision. And to top it off, I could not sleep all night, tossing and turning, gas in my tummy, Toto kicking me in my back, bf snoring up a storm. I am really going to try to stop miscombining my foods from now on. After a few weeks of not mixing my foods I felt a big difference.