I failed. Miserably. The boyfriend made chicken tikka masala yesterday. He did not do it maliciously; he just had a recipe and wanted to try it. And it smelled so good.
I also had a bowling alley pretzel. It wasn't made of meat, but it might as well have been.
I also had about five diet Cokes. So last night was the night of insomnia and introspection.
Tonight, I had a Penny Club from Goodcent's. The red meat is disagreeing with my stomach. I'm filling my stomach full of chamomile tea in hopes it'll help both.
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