Nobody's fault but mine! I still weigh exactly the same, three days later. That's probably because I went on vacation and went to an outrageous restaurant. I didn't hog out on desserts, but I ate well. Even some bread and cous cous with raisins and pepper, which came with my boyfriend's lamb, and some little yukon gold potatoes, Oh My God. I'm not sorry. I'll never forget that meal. It was one of my top 10, ever, up there with filet mignon at Daniel's Broiler, scallops with a puree of root vegetable in a carrot reduction sauce I had at Mistral, both in Seattle.
Went on a nice long hike today, with a 1,600 foot elevation gain, so made up for it, I hope. Back on track now, eating surf and turf for dinner with baby carrots.
Boy, eating breakfast the other day made a difference. I wasn't hungry again until one p.m., and that's after eating only half a lean cuisine breakfast thing! I'll try that again tomarrow. Sometimes I think the secret to life is getting up a half hour earlier. I feel better, I have more time to eat, relax, prepare for my day. But it's hard to get up.