After weighing myself this morning and seeing that lower number and not really wanting to try to figure out the points in the dinner we had at my dad's house to celebrate Father's day, I decided I wasn't going to count points at all and eat whatever I want. Lets just say it was a binge fest tonight. Major binge fest. There was angel food cake, animal crackers, and ice cream drumsticks involved. And that was after a giant piece of Felix and Oscar's grinder cheesetopper pizza.
Do you see a pattern? Every 10 days I fall off the wagon and stuff my pie hole with junk. Need to figure out a way to avoid that dangerous situation. Blah.