Yeah way to go Julius, you freaking Einstein. You've been doing so well, eating less, exercising more, and actually making progress (though painfully slowly) towards the most important goal you've ever had... so of course it makes
perfect damn sense to stuff your stupid face just cos you're having a kinda bleh day and aren't feeling good.
Freaking bacon pizza rolls... and I wasn't even hungry. Now I am though, so herpity dur let's get tater chips.

Why do we even have this stuff in the house?
Why didn't I just go to bed earlier?