Some asshole brought candy to work.

Look at the disgusting-ness. I am a pig.

I'm disappointed in myself. But that's why diets fail. You put yourself on this strict plan and then once you break a small rule, like having a piece of candy, you feel like the whole day is wasted and you might as well fuck the rest of it off. It's ridiculous how much ate in that breakroom today.
On top of that, I drank soda when I got home. What a dumbass, bloated loser I am! I can hear my chins jiggling as I breathe.
On the plus-side, it was hot and humid inside the store today and I sweated my balls all the way off. I probably just broke even.
Next payday I'm buying a scale. But tomorrow I'm not going to put so much pressure on myself. I'm just going to eat my veggies and drink my water. I'm going to give away the evil chocolate croissants and candy.
Today was a horrible failure. But I learned that I have no will power.