But this got me thinking. When Hubs and I were dating, my college town was smack dab in the middle of his territory, so whenever he would blow through town, we would go out to dinner. And man could we eat. It was never a quick meal, usually a good 3 hours including an appetizer, salad, entree, dessert and a bottle or two of wine. Then we would go somewhere and have coffee and chat. And this was like every 3 days. Oh it makes my tummy hurt just thinking about it!
So last night I'm chatting with my mom and mention that I was thinking about skipping weigh-in today, but she encouraged me to hop on the scale because I think deep down, she loves to see me fail. So I took off all of my jewelry and hopped on. Down .3 lbs. HA ha, mom! And I can hear you now, "Well just think about how much you would have lost, blah blah blah." I don't care. I'm just glad I can button my pants again!