Leechalogic

if I were to be a superhero (and really, who's to say I'm not already), I've decided that my superpower would be Leechalogic.  Leechalogic?  Things that I justify along the way to make sure I get what I want.

Yesterday, I wanted grease.  I wasn't too picky on what that was.  But a turkey sandwich really wasnt going to cut it.  So I told Doug that since he had been working so hard, we should go to the bar to unwind.  And we ended up at Buffalo Wild Wings (in fact, the best kind of grease around).  I could've had the naked tenders, sure.  But a) the boneless wings were on special and b)  the wings would actually help me lose weight.  You see, in my infinite wisdom on weight loss, I've figured out that 1 bad meal a week will in fact help you lose weight quicker.  Your body has to realize what food is bad to realize that what you're feeding it 27 out of 28 healthy meals.  So I had wings.  And they were delish.  But its a slippery slope.

This morning I got up for work, packed my gym bag, ate a nice balanced breakfast, and even managed to splash some makeup on and look extra nice for work.  I'm pretty consistent about going down to the gym at 11am, but today...Leechalogic kicked in.  I decided i was too pretty to go down to the gym and mess up my make up a mere 4 hours after I put it on.  (and just to preface this, I get ugly sweaty when i work out.  Not like womanly glow, I really look like death strangled me)  So I promised myself I would go down at 5pm.  Somewhere around noon I started waffling, telling myself that it was just an excuse.  So I gave myself a guilt trip (another super power) and went to the gym.  So I guess the good news is that even I can overcome Leechalogic. 

So just a recap three lies I told myself:

1) eating wings make me lose weight faster
2)  im too pretty to work out today
3)  ill do it at 5pm

600 calories burned and Im ready to show off my spandex superhero costume