I don't know if it's called sabotage or motivation. In the last twenty-four hours, I've had two of the biggest, chocolatey-est cupcakes I've every had, as well as a piece of chocolate cakes filled with some sort of pudding or custard. I didn't need any of those things, but damn, they were good. They also gave me an upset stomach, but it was kind of worth it.
I'm not sure if I ate them because I'm all about self-sabotaging my diet or because I'm all about looking for motivation to sweat my balls off at the gym. Only the scale will be able to properly judge me in the morning.
Until then, I have Project Runway All-Stars tonight.