I feel like a lazy bum. I didn't get home until late last night after meeting someone out in yuppieville Mockingbird Station in Dallas to trade for an MP3 player.
By the time I got home, ate dinner, and finished messing with the new toy, it was 10pm. I feel like a schmuck. I'm trying to rationalize it by remembering that I've only taken 1 day off a little over a week, but my plan is to exercise six days a week. I guess I'll just work out on Sunday instead.
Guilt sucks, but I HAVE to stick to my plan. If I start slacking off, I'll start blowing off more and more and bloat myself back up as quickly as I've been taking it off.