I fell off the wagon at lunch today. Had a bacon sandwich and Cheetos. Bad. Bad. Bad. Why did I buy it? I didn't, but that's no excuse for eating it. However, I'm no angel (quiet peanut gallery!), and I've been blue lately. And tired. I let all that get to me, and I just ate what I wanted. It tasted good ... till the heartburn hit. I'm not liking that, but my body seems to be telling me what I should and shouldn't eat lately. I think I cleaned my body of a lot of yuck, so when I put it back in, it's rejecting it.
Back on the wagon tonight, I'm about to pull a lovely roast chicken out of the oven, and I'll whip up some brown rice and green beans to go with it. That should be loads better. I didn't salt anything, as a matter of fact - it's what I'm trying to cut out completely now. I watched "Julie and Julia" today, not for the first time mind you, and was inspired to cook - really cook. I used spices on the chicken that are not going to raise my blood pressure, and I won't add anything else except some pepper. I'm not going to beat myself up about the lunch today. Just do much better tomorrow. Gotta go get the chicken out!