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 .

UNTIL……

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.

No dessert.

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.

Tomorrow.

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