That's a rule I just made up, because I didn't technically "diet" yesterday and then I forgot to post. Instead, I spent most of the day on my couch in agony. Lately every time I eat eggs (which I did for breakfast yesterday) I get extreme nausea. I ate nothing between 9am and 8pm, when I went out and got a chicken sandwich from Wendy's because it was the only food on the entire Earth that sounded appetizing. Because of this nausea I missed a barbeque at a friend's house, so screw you, eggs.
Today was much better, stomach-wise, and I actually got a little exercise in by going on a walk with a few friends. We went at 8:30am and it was already a billion degrees, so this summer is sure to be fun. Somehow they talked me into training for a 5k, which if you know me is hilarious. I'm sure it will be an epic disaster, but I'm down to humiliate myself in the name of fitness if they are.
Today's eats. Breakfast was yogurt (140 calories), but I forgot to take a picture. Instead, please enjoy this picture of Penn Badgley in jorts, drinking out of a coconut.
He is ridiculous.
I decided to go see a movie (Seeking a Friend for the End of the World, which was surprisingly touching) and grabbed a salad from Qdoba. This is basically the best thing on their menu.
Mango and chicken salad, ~350 calories
I also ate about a million saltines before leaving the house. Or 12. At some point I also had an ice cream cone from McDonald's. 170 calories of pure deliciousness.
Dinner was another salad, because this heat is making my brain fry. I didn't even want to turn on the stove so I bought a rotisserie chicken at the grocery store. Best decision ever.
Greek chicken salad, with a side of aliens.
Now I'm watching The Newsroom and kind of hating it. Shrug.