I'm writing this from my friends' house in Colorado. It's my birthday, and it's snowing outside. We're on the side of a mountain, and it looks like Christmas everywhere. (And if I had had the foresight to bring the cable thingy that lets you upload pictures to your laptop, you might see what I mean.)
So, today, I normally weigh in. I don't think I'm going to weigh in today. And my diet while on vacation has been less than spartan, for sure. I've eaten raisin French toast and French fries and homemade rocky road candy and chicken parmesan and cinnamon rolls and a really delicious open-faced hot roast beef sandwich. Needless to say, these items are not low-cal, low-fat, or low-anything. High-GOOD, really. And if it means I gain five pounds, so be it. Worrying over my weight while I'm on vacation AND it's my birthday... well, WW will say it's possible and doable, but I just don't feel like it. So THERE.
I'm going to play in the snow now.
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