I am gonna go ahead and give myself a giant pat on the back.
This weekend was a toughy. Boyfriend's family was in town all weekend. And the primary activity is generally very gastronomically focused.
I could bore you with a sob story detailing each and every heart wrenching eating decision I had to make. How I went to a baseball game and only had three sips of a diet soda. That the house smelled like bacon all weekend; bacon that never touched these lips. But I'll give ya the cliff's notes version: aryn= success (this week, anyway). I ended the week with 31 (of 49) weekly points leftover and earned an additional 28 activity points that I didn't touch. Yahoo!
God help me this will pay off at tomorrow's weigh in. Pretty freakin please.
This weekend was a toughy. Boyfriend's family was in town all weekend. And the primary activity is generally very gastronomically focused.
I could bore you with a sob story detailing each and every heart wrenching eating decision I had to make. How I went to a baseball game and only had three sips of a diet soda. That the house smelled like bacon all weekend; bacon that never touched these lips. But I'll give ya the cliff's notes version: aryn= success (this week, anyway). I ended the week with 31 (of 49) weekly points leftover and earned an additional 28 activity points that I didn't touch. Yahoo!
God help me this will pay off at tomorrow's weigh in. Pretty freakin please.
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