I HATE Pop Tarts. Really, really HATE them. They sit there in their little vending machines, looking all innocent and delicious. I had an oil change this morning. I made the mistake of leaving the house with an empty stomach, forgetting that the service place has this chock-stocked vending machine and a pop machine next to it that actually has Dr. Pepper. (Dr. Pepper?! I can NEVER find a Dr. Pepper in a machine when I want to.)
So I had a twin-pack of frosted fruity Pop Tarts (410 calories) and a can of Dr. Pepper (150 cals.) for "breakfast" at 9:45. Naturally, by the time I got to work at 11:00, I was STARVING because of my @#$%* insulin-response being spiked by the @#$%* Pop Tarts. So I nuked my Lean Cuisine Mushroom Pizza (fabulous little things at only 300 calories!) two hours before I was gonna eat it for lunch. An hour later, my Greek yogurt (120 cals.) is also gone. Dammit.
Tonight is looming. Harry Potter with the teenager at 6:30. I wonder if I can go the rest of the day without consuming anything...and then eat an apple and drink a bottle of water at the movie??? ROTFLMFAO.
Looks like I'd better figure out a way to get on the elliptical at 11:00 tonight...
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