thank goodness for bland danishes

I'm getting back on track (finally) after going on vacation and subsequently falling in the shower first thing the morning after we got back. Somehow my mind turned I hurt WAY to bad to exercise into "hey this would be a PERFECT time to eat terrible too" Cause, you know, that's perfectly logical. Thanks brain. Now I'm heavier than I've been in a while. I did lose 3.3lbs last week though. Thank you Jessica Smith and your ability to make me want to cry during a 20 minute workout. Yesterday a tray of Danishes came in compliments of a podiatry office. I couldn't resist. I tried a maybe cheese, maybe Apple, maybe custard danish which I though was cheese. It was so bland and tasteless that I'm not really sure what it was. And now 24 hours later I have been able to stay away from the tray. Why can't everything that isn't good for me taste bad no?