weigh-in this morning. It's just as well what with Thanksgiving last Monday, ice cream to eat up (Why did he have to buy the big bucket?), pies to polish off, and lets not forget the celebratory dinner DH took me for at the Little Bavaria restaurant the day Danika (oops, I mean The 0 Year Old) was born. Jaeger Schnitzel, spatsel, red cabbage and booze were not planned for this week. Then there's the shower food and cake tomorrow. I think I'll pretend this past week never happened. I'll start my diet fresh on Monday and I won't weigh myself until the Monday after that. I have six weeks until DH's office Christmas party at the Golf Club and that's my first mini goal. Loose ten pounds by the Christmas party. I can do this. I can do this. I CAN do this!
