I was going to try and hold off on the weigh-in until Sunday, to give my body a full 7 days to rid itself of Evil, but I was tempted by the scale. I still weigh 115 pounds.
So last night, my mother said she would take me out to dinner, since we both got stuck at work later than we would have liked. I love my mother, I really do (I still live with her, for God's sake), but it's too early in my diet to be going out to eat. Especially in a restaurant that serves all manner of deep fried deliciousness. I politely declined, as mommie dearest gets suspicious when we go out to eat and I order a turkey burger with a side salad, and eat maybe two bites of everything, and then strategically push the rest around my plate until it looks like I ate a lot more.
So far today, I ate: 1 bowl cereal, measured (150), 1 cup coffee with half & half (20)
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