Today is the first day I’ve gotten back on the scales since spending 16 days in Missouri. I was bad! I could have been worse but . . there were Girl Scout cookies in the house. Chad made root beer floats twice (and he makes the best!), there were burgers (once) at my favorite burger joint (White Grill), there was a stuffed baked potato from my favorite BBQ place (The Betty from Buzz’ BBQ), there were tacos from $1 taco night (twice). There was chicken patty/mashed potatoes at school with Addie three times and . . the worst . . donuts once. Add in a few Dr. Peppers and I was seriously afraid to get on the scales.
As bad as I feel right now, I’m kinda thankful for being sick because the last few days I was at Chad’s, and since I got home, I have hardly felt like eating anything. Yesterday, I picked at my food but never was able to eat much. Last night, I put a jar of canned peaches from last year’s crop in the fridge. They do have sugar added but I felt like I needed something cold and thick on my throat.
This morning I told myself . . today is the day to face the music so I got on the scale and I’ve gained .2 pounds. I can definitely live with that. I know it would have been more had I not been sick so I feel like I kinda dodged a bullet and I’ll do better next time I go there . . I hope!