I’ve been very, very bad the past four days. Friday was deliberate. My husband was on call over night (meaning he’d be in at the hospital instead of at home), and I’d decided to make it a “Date with myself” night. That meant my favorite foods (crab legs with melted butter, and an artichoke and cheese), a bottle of champagne, chick-flicks (or art flicks or classics; but movies DH wouldn’t probably enjoy), a candlelit bubble bath with my kind of music (Celtic), incense . . . You get the picture.

It was wonderful!

Saturday my organizer was here. I was pretty good during the day, but let myself snack (wine and cheese) all evening. Empty, unneccessary, and delicious calories. And for some reason, I just couldn’t get on top of my diet at all yesterday. Or today. I absolutely dread getting on the scale; in fact, I’ve been avoiding it.

Tomorrow I have to do better. I must!

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