I love McDonalds. I can't help it. It's cheap and tasty and totally my secret guilty pleasure. It is the only thing I really binge on anymore, or used to I should say. On really sad days, in really low points I'd order two meals -pretending I was on my cell phone with someone getting them "their" meal as well. To realize I'll never be doing that again... That's pretty wild.

Tonight as I was driving home from my friend Steph's, I had to drive by a 24-hour McDonalds and went through such an inner-dialogue. I was like I'll just have a cheeseburger... then I was like a hamburger and only have half the bun... then I was like no a quarter pounder is more protein I need protein... (I didn't even get through 1 of my 3 supposed to have shakes today) then I was like a grilled chicken wrap. But the fact is, though I could maybe use some protein, I def dont need to be stepping through those doors of temptation.

I am very proud of myself. Four days down, ten more to go.

xox