Yesterday, instead of working out, I ate cheesecake instead. It wasn’t a conscious swap decision. It just happened.

I know I’m supposed to feel worse about not working out because I ate cheesecake, but I don’t. It was worth it. Completely worth it. It’s sort of hitting rock bottom, calorie wise, but I’d do it again.

I must have burned at least two or three calories lifting the fork to my mouth. So there’s that.