I got on the scale for the first time in 17 days on Saturday. I honestly had no idea what to expect but felt for sure I'd be down since I'd spent the week eating really well. Imagine my shock when it said I had gained 2.4 pounds. What?! But the truth is, since I really do feel like I lost weight, it made me wonder what my reading would be had I weighed myself last week as well. I'm certain it would have shown a loss. In any case, I did not let that make or break my day or my spirit - the number was just a number and not a measure of the hard work I've been putting in towards my health.
November 18: A simple thanks that I finally won the football picks last week and got to go to my favorite breakfast spot, When Pigs Fly. Love a Sunday morning brunch!
My choice: a breakfast quesadilla that was stuffed with scrambled eggs, crumbled bacon, avocado, and cheddar cheese then grilled. Served with sour cream and salsa. I skipped the salsa and opted for Cholula hot sauce. And I had a peppermint hot chocolate with whipped cream on it too!
Go read this post from yesterday where she simply describes her weekend: Party in my pans. It really is a gift to be able to write like that.