Friday night I had salad for dinner. Saturday morning I got up early and dragged The Mc to a hot yoga session (God love him, that poor boy). I made fruit salad and some healthy(ish) eggs for breakfast with oatmeal bread. The crazy psuedo healthy behavior continued until last night.

Home from 6 hours of work/on my feet, I plopped down on the couch, flipped between the Grammy’sOscars and Law & Order, and shoved my face full of chips slathered in a Velveeta & salsa concoction.

So lethal and so damn tasty.

Operation Drop the Happy Pounds starts over this morning with a damn smoothie and the gym at lunch.

Grumble grumble.