Oh Fuck It

I knew that after dinner I'd be at 1300 calories.  I totally knew it.  It's been a day though.  Had a nail in my tire this morning.  My tire pressure has been pinging every so often with the change in weather... any time it dips below 30psi the idiot light pops.  Imagine my surprise to see the tire that was at 34psi yesterday show up with 21psi this morning.  That isn't cold related deflation.  The car was drive - able, just wasn't in my morning plans to go to the tire place after dropping the kids at day care.  Lost an hour of pay that way.

So after work, I went to get my oil change.  I really hate my car dealership.  They have turned over all the employees in their service department, and it's made it much worse.  Professionalism went through the floor.  When they brought my car out, there was a weird plastic part on my passenger seat, and the glove box was open.  I asked what the weird part was, and the people didn't know.  Then I went to close my glove box, and it wouldn't close.  Now I'm getting a little bit pissed.  They replaced the plastic part that allows me to close my glove box, but I'd had enough and needed to talk to a manger and get a free oil change out of the whole deal.

What does all this have to do with anything... Well, I knew after my 2nd piece of pizza at 6:15 that I had hit over my goal calories and should stop eating.  I knew it, but looking at the half piece of pizza that Marshall didn't finish at 6:45, I said "Oh, Fuck it" and ate that too.  THEN, at 7:30, I said "Oh Fuck it" again and ate a piece of the apple cake I made on Tuesday.  I'm close to 1600 calories at this point, and the weekend is shaping up to have lots of temptation.

So I'm going to head on up to bed.  Luckily for my husband, "Oh, Fuck it" is still my mantra of the day.  I'd love to tell you I was planning to be super athletic about the whole thing to burn more calories, but that would be a lie.  I may have a potty mouth today, but I'm no liar.