With great trepidation I stepped onto the scale in our bedroom this morning. And what to my wondering eyes did appear, but the number 202 looking back at me. A two-pound loss since yesterday? Don’t get excited. I’ve seen this fluctuation before. I could go for week on a banana-celery-diet Pepsi regimen and gain 12 pounds.
Today I had no breakfast. A perfect excuse for violating every dietary rule for the remaining hours of the day. I had a piece and a half of lasagna for lunch with a salad. A few pieces of chocolate throughout the afternoon (a few meaning anywhere from 2 to 27). And tonight our family raided a local Mexican restaurant which we frequently frequent. It was an obligatory visit. I got a gift certificate for Christmas to the place. What could I do? Eat.
I had what I always have there – chicken fajitas. They were, as always, amazing. Had chips, salsa and cheese dip too. No dessert.
Due to the random nature of the universe, I’ll probably drop 3 pounds by morning. Either way, my stomach is happy. The scale may not be so lucky.
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