Well...here I am...
...a little frustrated.
The stupid scale was up 1.6 pounds this morning...and it just pisses me off.
After weighing, I complained to hubster. He said I was getting ready to start and commented on the migraine and back ache this week. I'm sure he's right because I'm starting to feel like crap.
I'm starting to feel stuck at this weight range!
Plus, we're going to the races tonight and I would just prefer not to go - it's a lot of driving - almost 200 miles in total, we'll get home really late, I'm not feeling particularly strong today, and I just don't feel like going. BUT - my old friend is really looking forward to it since they no longer have Sunday racing.
I'm not sure why I don't feel particularly in control about this evening - it's like I can't wrap my head around it. But, I've decided to start with the salad bar, then go straight for the sliced meats - it's usually ham and prime rib I think. They have a huge dessert selection, but I'm not so worried about that stuff. It mostly looks better than it tastes.
I'm thinking about getting a plain crepe and then slicing up a few chocolate covered strawberries in it. It's my own little creation - it's big on taste and small on sugar and it hits the dessert spot.
In an effort to stay in control and stay on top of it, I'm thinking about taking a picture of everything I eat in the hopes that it keeps me accountable.
I know if I don't want the scale up tomorrow, I gotta keep my ass in gear tonight. I've got no leeway.