The scale is in the kitchen and I have on my tight jeans.
Life is hell.
I left the house because I would eat anything.
Did so well all day .
I walked back into the house.
I put on my sweatpants and felt oh so thin.
My son mentioned hot dogs and I had to have one.
One would have been fine but three.
Not so good but so delicious.
Damage done and now I am miserable.
Nothing but water tonight.
And ten miles on the bike.
I am motivated now.
Is it too late??????
I should have had a fabulous steak tip salad with balsamic dressing and a couple of blue cheese crumbles.
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