Back on the wagon

Why the hec are weekends so tough. This weekend I scarfed some french fries and fried shrimp off my Mom's plate at lunch and had a couple of other smaller indiscretions. Afterward I felt horrible and had heart burn which is rare for me. I crashed on the couch last night before 9:00 Pm and slept like a rock. When I woke up this morning my eyes were puffy. I don't know what possessed me to do that. It looked so good compared to my salad. I had run three miles that morning and felt great. I hope I have learned my lesson. I took extra fiber last night and made a detox tea first thing this morning. What is it about the weekend? Eating healthy is five times as hard as it is during the week.
OK, I know I need to bring my own salad dressing and keep my hands off other people's plates. What I must remember is how I felt after eating those fries and shrimp. I seriously wanted to hurl but am no good at that. I didn't even have that many of them. I can't imagine how I would have felt had I eaten a whole plate of the stuff. No telling how many glutamates were in those fries. I am back on the wagon and need to move on from here. I still don't feel 100%. What the hec was I thinking. I guess the carb addict in me reared it's ugly head.