You can't clean your plate at a Mexican restaurant and expect to see good results from the scale the following morning.
Also? If you're me, you can't not step on the scale, no matter how much you said you wouldn't.
That number is information only, reflecting one highly salted and, truth be told, not very delicious meal. The company was much better than the carne asada.
I will MOVE ON.
My husband and I are headed out to spend the day with his grandchildren and their parents. Once your children have children, the little ones are the focus of the visit for all the adults. We old folks want to play with and read to and delight in the little ones' antics, while the middle generation beams with pride and the babes love showing off for all of us.
We can't wait.
We're taking them out for lunch, and I'm sure the restaurant choice will be more healthful than was last night's. Their mama is very tuned in to fresh, whole, organic food, and we've always been well-fed when she picks the restaurant.
It will be a long day, with plenty o'road time. I'm planning to, hopefully, gracefully, go with the flow. It's something I've been working on lately. The family drama and water issues have been good practice.
Oh, and we're leaving in 35 minutes and I haven't even showered yet. Gotta run!