Last night was one of those nights where I did everything I could to NOT go workout. I really wasn't feeling it. I went. I did it. But really was just blah. I know what I'm doing is good and good for me but sometimes I just don't want to do it.
Last night was a cheat night. I chose spaghetti. I didn't enjoy it. I literally can't eat as much as I used to stuff my face with and so that's good. It's crazy to think the bad stuff doesn't appeal to me anymore.... All from eating right!