Had a bagel with cream cheese and coffee before heading for weigh-in. I was up .8 and glad it wasn't more than that after several "bad" meals this week. I plan to drop that .8 this coming week, before indulging in Thanksgiving with good choices.
Had chicken tenders for lunch.
Cooking pork chops, rutabagas, and sweet potatoes for supper. Then hitting the soup and yogurt hard with no snacks.
Hubby came in and asked me about weigh-in, like he does every Wed. I told him I was up a few ounces and his response: "It's all those ice cream sandwiches you're eating." I can't write what I said to him, but I'm hurt. He left to hunt until after dark. I fried the shit out of the pork chops. He can have them. Pissed does not begin to cover it...
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