I have a love/hate relationship with skinny days.
I mean, after all, who doesn't want to feel skinnier than usual when they wake up the morning after eating a 15 course meal?
After all, it is nice to be rewarded for bad behavior.
However, it kind of sucks too, because then it makes you think that you can always have a 15 course meal and be skinny.
But, then, you try it and you start having uncomfortable, bloated days instead of skinny days, so you start eating rigidly healthy again.
But when you eat rigidly healthy, you have fat days, thus, causing you to contemplate what the hell you are doing wrong by eating healthy that is making you feel fatter than average...
Is it the over-intake of fiber and not drinking enough water to digest it?
Is it that you are being punished for your long run of 15 course meals and God is teaching you a lesson?
Or, is it simply, that there is really no rhyme or reason to the whole body thing at all?
That your body is really in control of you and that you don't have any bloody say so at all what it does on any given day.
Skinny days, like one night stands, are fun while they last, but then leave you empty and alone when your body (meaningless life) goes back to normal.
Sort of like a teaser for what you could get if you were say, the offspring Heidi Klum and Seal, or if you had 8 personal trainers and chefs calling you a fat ass day in and day out, but that doesn't "apply" to the real world.
That's it. Skinny days just aren't fair. Because even though you like them on the "day of," you always wake up the next day with a hangover from hell.