So I gained 1.2 pounds this week. Ouch. I kind of thought I’d been doing well, but getting on the scale forces a little introspection. Let’s take yesterday…
Didn’t eat breakfast. Just coffee coffee coffee. Come lunchtime, Taz was driving me crazy so I packed up my notebook and went to work at the restaurant, intending to have a nice salad with some grilled chicken. They were, however, serving mushroom swiss burgers as the lunch special and I never pass up a mushroom swiss burger. And you have to fries with a burger.
Then my husband came home a little early and, after a tough day, wanted to go out for coffee. Then he ordered a sundae, so I had to have one, too. Two scoops of coffee ice cream with ooey-gooey caramel sauce and lots of whipped cream. And, because I’d stocked up on things easy to cook on a camp stove in case Sandy hit us a little harder than anticipated, we had kielbasa and macaroni & cheese for supper. Which I love.
And this morning, when I grabbed my crumpled receipts to log yesterday’s swipey card charges into my checkbook register, I realized I had five large iced coffees yesterday. With cream. (Probably goes toward explaining the spikey blood pressure and sleep issues, too.)
So that was yesterday. I suck. How did you guys do?
(Oh, PS: Halloween candy. Yeah.)