Spicy chicken sandwich, you hurt me...

I went to a blog workshop tonight but had to leave early because I felt sick. I think I got food poisoning from dinner - serves me right - spicy chicken sandwich with a big ol' diet coke. I broke my three day streak of low carbs/no diet coke. Day one and day two were grand; my mood lifted - my poochy went down a little - I was walking on air. Tonight though post-sandwich, my stomach was like "whoa" and then my head was like "oh no" and then well you can imagine what happened next. Why all this change? A few days ago, I decided that I needed to get healthier, treat my body right and stop abusing it with chemicals. Its tough to make good choices especially when making bad choices makes you feel good albeit momentarily. This two kid arrangement is trying my patience and resilience. Just when I think I got it down - those two cute munchkins punch me down with their tiny fists of fury. Very cute tiny fists of fury. Kind of like..."When Ewoks Attack." My venting is over. I'm tired. Tomorrow is another day.