Twizzlers were not my friend

Yesterday was a pretty good day. I can look at it as a whole and see that I did a lot of good for myself. I ate a good breakfast. A good lunch. I worked out. I had a good dinner. So what my day not good. Twizzlers. I have not eaten a lot of junk since January. IT does not mean i have not had skinny cow icecream. Or an occasional dark chocolate. On the whole I have been really careful.
Yesterday afternoon I ate 8 peices of twizzlers. No biggie, right? Umm no. I went to do my trainer session last night and those twizzlers were not sitting well. They were churning in my stomach and not digesting in the least. The room that we worked out in was way too hot. I stood next to an open door. I really thought i was going to need to run out it and in my mind the trainer would check on me and see the mess with the twizzlers right there in the evidence. I worked out hard. I sweated profusely. Luckily, it stayed down.
I started driving home and my stomach was still a mess. So I get a call from the girls that they are on their way home with pizza. I had them pick me up a salad and did not even eat one bite. I learned. Moderation. I had enough junk yesterday that made my stomach icky. If I had the pizza on top of the twizzlers I am pretty sure that I would not have been as lucky as I was at the gym and I would have been in the bathroom.
I will save a slice of pizza for a day that I have not had other junk. And will be cautious enough to listen to my body when it is talking to me.
It is not the prettiest day outside today, but it is Friday!!! Work out , Saunna and dinner with Amy!!
:) I love Fridays.