Nothing to note- no workout, moderately healthy eating…nothing exciting.
Met the in-laws for lunch at Longhorn. Had a carefully chosen entrée of grilled chicken breast on fresh greens with no dressing. Yummy and healthy— the bread, however, was a temptation I simply could not resist!
Made brownies for Sunday School and DID NOT EAT A SINGLE ONE. I’m kind of proud. (Admittedly, I had my fair share of batter while making them last night). “Pride cometh before a fall” My workout buddy brought me some fantastic cupcakes as a thank-you for editing her paper. They were so, so delicious. Somehow I managed to eat just one (oh yeah, I remember how: I fed them to my husband).
PMS. Enough said. Please hand over the candy bar. OK, only half. That’s right, people, I ate half a candy bar. I do this so infrequently that I don’t even know what kind it was– Milky Way? Maybe a Three Musketeers? In any case it was not nearly as satisfying as I had hoped, but my body told me I needed it. I didn’t, of course, but you simply cannot argue with the Beast that is PMS.