Guilt

Where is there such a thing as GUILT? I had an amazing weekend with the kids and Alfred, spent most of the weekend at the Disneyland Resort but of course I decided to enjoy myself and now I'm sitting here, staring at my computer screen wondering why. Why did I decide to put that in my mouth? Why am I sitting here feeling so fucken guilty? I work hard during the week and splurge on the weekends. Maybe I should actually stay home one of these weekends and eat like I'm supposed to and not do much. Is that possible? Is it possible for me to stay home on the weekends? Ummmmmm maybe not. But I hate fucken GUILT.