Crack. Smash. Boom.
The sounds of my goals being broken. I didn't deal well with changed plans. I was meeting my parents at a certain restaurant and had made plans that were within my goals. When I went to pick my mom up to go to the gym first I was told we were going to the Chinese buffet instead. I didn't go crazy but I didn't meet my daily goal either. That fifth crab Rangoon was just indulgence.
My broken goals are revenging themselves as a stomach ache.