I ate like crap this weekend. I did good, getting back to it Thursday and Friday - Day after the funeral... BUT come Friday night, it was the pizza that got me. Oh, I love pizza. After the lock in, it was a bath and a trip to McDonald's. Yum, I love McDonald's. I ate a hot dog at the game, which was super yummy and taco bell for dinner Saturday night. Sunday, it was McDonalds breakfast again, did i mention, I love McDonalds? We ate Wendy's on the way home, and meatloaf and mashed potatoes on Sunday night for dinner, and Big Boy mud pie for dessert at 9:30PM.
So do I want to weigh in this week? Nope. Will I? Yeap. One week skipped is ok due to funeral, but two weeks ago begins a slippery slope of weight gain, and I've worked really hard for this 11 pounds.
Today, I started with a spinach/tomato/cuke cucumber on flat bread, 3 points... and it will be good for the rest of the week. And weight watcher's enchiladas and a walk for lunch.
Summer is almost here and I am not nearly where I would like to be, and I do not want to buy new clothes that are sizes I just don't want to wear.
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I had birthday cake and ice cream on Saturday. I pray the scale is kind ~ to both of us!