Why is it that lack of energy seems to be perpetual? That once your energy starts slipping, you rest and become even more tired? This describes my past week. Going into the week I had high hopes and expectations for myself, but by Tuesday my week had gone to shit. I did work out all days but Thursday and Friday but I seemed to have this concrete tired feeling. The kind of feeling that also seems to make you eat as if you were (alcohol) "buzzed"... in a way that you convince yourself it's time to let loose or that you deserve 'it' (it meaning all those little treats you shouldn't be eating). I spent the evenings around my home rummaging through the kitchen like a bear raiding a campsite. As you predicted it, I was eating sweets (and pretty much everything in between). I got my "fix" early in the week with an European candy bar and turned into a junkie the rest of the week. On a sugar bender, knowing it was wrong but giving in. Now... don't get me wrong... I wasn't completely bad, I did have some good complete meals but certainly didn't eat as clean as I'd have hoped. Ironically, as I type this my hubby just shouted, "you know what sounds good?A Baskin Robbins cake!" Um, ya! It freakin does sound good but I'm already ridin this sugar wave at its peak and I shouldn't do it... my pancreas is screaming at me, exhausted from basically doing an ultramarathon by pumping out insulin into my bloodstream to suck up all of the glucose I keep dumping into it.