Today I learned the full saying is “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.” I’m sure later I’m going to be looking up what kind of plans mice have, but in the meantime….this week was going really well, until Tuesday afternoon when I suddenly felt a pain in my throat and a sudden fatigue. Usually those two things are the harbingers of doom for me, so I left work early and went to lie down. I told myself if I went to bed early, I’d be fine by the next day…of course I wasn’t.

Two days off work, two days of just door-dashing food, while pondering the question, does a keto treat count if I order it in a single serving? (Yes, if I’m being truly honest with myself.) Thursday night I felt pretty much human so I wet to meet some friends for dinner at a new lobster roll truck and they had a lobster tail with tater tots combination….I don’t know who could resist that but it wasn’t me. If it’s any consolation the dog ate some my tots. But you know, overall I don’t feel too bad about what I did – I didn’t truly have a “fuck this” binge moment, and I didn’t over-indulge on the treats – everyone wants comfort food when they’re sick. I was debating on going to the gym this morning but the kitty snuggles were too strong so I’ll just get back to it tomorrow and onward next week.