Saturday was a complete disaster. My mom has trouble with her legs sometimes, and recently it's really been bothering her. So Saturday I volunteered to make my lasagna for her. I had NO intention of eating it. I ate during the day with a completely different dinner plan. Well my mom insisted that I have the lasagna. I mean she flat out told me I had to eat it. My mom is really not some one to argue with. So that started a whole downward spiral which ended up involving 2 Grands biscuits and 2 Ihop cream cheese stuffed french toast pasteries. Sigh. I felt so disgustingly full afterwards. And you know what else? It didn't taste as good as I remembered it tasting. Everyone else loved it. I thought it was good, but I remember it being amazing. Funny how tastes change.
I hopped right back on the wagon yesterday though. I did munch a little (we went to Sam's Club, there were free samples) but I counted every bite. As of this morning I'm back up to 118.6. So a little over a pound, but I deserved it, and this is maintenance after all, I can fluctuate. I really want to hit the gym this morning, but Stacy isn't teaching step. It's the instructor I don't like, so I'm going to have to come up with a plan b.
That is all for now. Hope you all enjoyed your weekend!