I have been ROCKING this week, people. I need to send Jess a big purple bouquet or something for hinting at the writing-down-what-you-eat deal. Between that and weighing myself every day (I KNOW I KNOW THIS IS NOT HEALTHY BLAH BLAH) I can really identify what foods are okay and which ones aren't. BYE BYE PEANUT BUTTER. (And it's not like I thought peanut butter was GOOD for me, I just... sort of ate more than I realized, I think.)
I'd already dropped another pound when I weighed myself this morning. And then my DAY happened. A few bites of pastry at the meeting I went to this morning. And flinging whined-to-death self on the mercy of friends this afternoon and staying for dinner, which was a totally scrumptious eggplant panini with a scrumptiouser salad from the garden with this crazy delicious (and probably sky high in sugar) poppyseed dressing. I didn't eat a LOT, but I DID eat it and my obsession with tracking things propels me to believe this is NOT. GOOD. (Need I say I didn't exercise today?)
AAAAAND a friend of mine is having a bad weekend and needs some Happy Hour With Her Girlfriends Time so I'm about to walk over to a restaurant and partake of Happy Hour, which is probably going to involve Alcohol since: WALKING. *SIGH*
In other words: way to undo the entire week, MAGGIE.