So Sunday wasn’t my best day for health consciousness.
There may have been some day drinking with friends, a few fistfuls of savory hand-pie from the Pasty Republic food truck, an unfettered gorging of pizza after said day drinking.
Then I *MIGHT* have accidentally stumbled upon some Girl Scout cookies of a questionable age somewhere in the dark nethers of my pantry. And did horrible, horrible things to them.
So basically, on an 80/20 diet, Sunday might’ve counted as my 20% for, like a few months.