Last night I had a WICKED craving for Cheesesteak.
Living in cheesesteak country is hard. There is literally a stand or restaurant on every corner out here. The urge hit me hard as I was driving to the gym. It took every ounce of willpower I had NOT to stop my car along the way and stuff myself until I exploded in delicious greasy, cheesy ecstasy. The victory in making it to the gym was so gratifying. I didn’t make a bad choice. I didn’t listen to my inner fat-demon. I went to yoga and relaxed like a good girl. Then I came home and had a protein shake and healthy dinner, showered and went to bed. I woke up feeling stronger.
Fat Demon: 0